Love Song.
A cascaded box adorns a musty hole and
yonder lies a lifeless lisp which fails to speak.
A rancid catacomb of emotion and anguish, bellows
from the fortuitous home of the earthworm,
which is buguiled by the essence of her distinctive pheromone.
Alas, my beautiful princess lays peaceful, but prise openHow crude is the rose but its dying?...
What burns where the flames used to be?...
When her protruding soul has no bonderies...
Yet still my young babey's from me.
What good is in youth when its aging?...
What good is in eyes that can't see?...
Are you gone like the snows of last winter?...
Now only her spirit runs free.
the garden of oppertunity to visit in a dream and utters so sweetly,
'I saw your beautiful eyes... and wished for your fond embrace.
Kingdoms may come, Kingdoms may go, but captivating love, lives forever'.
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