Sure thing I could, split
myself you know divide us...

All good things
to their end do come...

In the Socio I logically,
am not...

You flare from the corner
and I...

Roses are dread and violets run through
hearts and minds on such a day...

Bring to the warmth
where gentle smiles kill...

My vanity
Is not effected...

When first
I laid my eyes upon thee...

Live and let live by righteous means
and stay away away from fences...

Things floating upon the surface
expressionate objects moved by tides...

Being not so green fingered
as others seem everyone...

It’s all in the eyes my love
she said...