Her finger, carefully touched mines, fetching a love
Mistakenly enjoyed. I do, I have to believe
That reasons, opposing each other, mistakenly matter
See ? Smiling gently upon a bed of rosies and tulips
Curiously mindful, I leave you a note. A letter.
Where were you ? At twelve o' clock ? What were your plans ?
I have, no idea. Cleverness indeed. So good for you.
You touched, the place, deep within the power, making me happy
Simplicity is not, benefiting inside the increments of time.
Destroyer of mountains; I crippled before you. A lot less, I am.
Woman, shoes of bloodless values, I chide you.