NO MUCH AN ADO
What’s
wrong with being besotted?
When
with consent it is bestowed,
Though
with so much a pester.
In
the future now by nights buried.
Behind
many looks of the great eye.
Over
the moon,
And
down deep blue sea!
In
the future that in wait lies,
Not
but by multitude of nights to awake,
The
nest of far timely spread on lies,
A
chariot to gallop you amongst the jumpers.
A
serf before you my June to tender your garden,
And
the moon, even the stars,
The
dew and the sun,
That
the knot a while is tied, our witnesses.
Why
this future?
Upon
whose ground I’ m fixed
Upon
whose face I held haze,
paths
wander in search of err.
Would,
we will be our resting place,
In
nest of fur, timely spread on lilies.
And
in tryst sank, we shall sank dip
There
you will tell me a story.
You
kept hidden behind the moon light.
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