and so it came to be
in our thoughts to see
good days and merry
making, yet when in solitude
i sought for you, when
darkness embrace the skies,
i was in thought of it,
and so i will like to sneak
in, and steal you the treasure
of my pleasure, how wrong and
young we were to throw
cautiousness to the wind,
as we elope in such a place,
were we in that kind land,
to live forever with flowery
roses, starry night skies,
glistering glints of greed in
eyes for love, the quietness of
the world, and it's forest,
gracious grasses, and it's
gracefulness, yet the wind continue
to whisper the wint of fear, but
yet unfelt, and what is more?
our striking lips together
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