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Hath the words been told- so long ago said

Thy fortunes unfold as one maketh thine bed

Forbidden for he to turn back now

Each word sown as thou bid his vow.

I relish in thy peril a quarl bound per two

T'attention I seek - in angst tow'rds you

Speakith to me with thine lips so sweet

Words of glory, honor, not'of a wimpering fires' bleak-

Journey unto flames: With mine hand you hath speak,

Kindl'in thy power o'er me, eyes deep'in story- a mouth ne'er reach

As each word layeth down upon the air, hath no bed to lay upon, he hath no care;

With each word promising a fortune heinsight- yet he be another man blind- under the goddess madame nuit?

Speaketh y'er truth, caress upon thy skin- words to be given, upon a bed to lay in; blanketed by illusion of past conclusion

tis a madness within my mind so begins again.

Lovers bid adieu as mine eyes find you

Solomn, be a man of time doth speak of love, thine expertise of patience, loss, grief and remains to faith of above

Sha'll he speak such  beauty upon thine skin, forlorn conviction- bewildered young jolie rested in her bed of peril again.

Fo'er thy sun rise with dilligence come the next day, she findeth herself upon a new bed to lay.

Hath thy words been said so true? Hath she found a lover come morning salute? Upon said words doth n'er new, a chance to begin again

Au'revoir thy past quarl, monsoir begins a'new- with a soul shall I be jolie yearning to carry thru

New sheets set properly upon thy bed- per two, beginning again.