Restart will they not for you not to cease, will I.
Seen did I not as whimper goeth to fall thine eye.
Forever you are, forever you will be,
forever mine of us and truly you are free.
A soul to feed regret, and a regret for conscience,
She was he thus he was she and thou hence.
To rip thine wingeth before thy flight,
Tis but a woe to thee, dearest lifeline doer plight.
Mental was she not? Tis a rummage betwixt thy hearts.
Sheer delight of an eternal sorry mights,
Anon, conceal all the 1,2, 3 of counting breaths.
Lay bare of sin within,
Rest didn’t woke she, was it hidden?
To heart and womb, veins do dot,
And minds and blinds, were they bind to knot?
Tis atonement for such poignant depart,
Bittersweet destin, adieu le enfant.