Should i then sing ahead
In a world so knowledgeable in tune
And grant a humble blah
About songs love makes me sing
Would thee believe a peasant with ableness
Of how good-some pleasures is blandished
With knees hurting from begging
In her velvet, will a princess stop or glance
For her pride to kiss the dusty plains
There is not sort that bird has not sung
For all of us to love and charm
For nothing gold but joyful reason
Like string of beads familiar hearts combine or blend
When voices fail they continue in silence
What does love know about status?
-Vanity
-Lusting
-Promiscuity
-infidelity
Love then has a question
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