WINE AND GATES
If We Haven't Already...
Maybe today
In clasped hands, an overture of awkwardness
Has a liberty to mind, and the yearning of waiting said
Has a legend of power, and the intention of a beauty at around, as we guess
Looking now, and the yet to be named
Chastity of resolve, we commit to each other
And the letting hour, have this question same?
The turn of specialness, into a levity or its world, to bother?
A known curiosity with the news of and, and another friend
With the clamor of sense and a passivity for each, their would
Life may have its ups and downs, but a silver lining has become kind
To ask and issue, a decree of simplicity's sake, where every man is couth...
Praises and baring hope, for a share in the powers
That be, a home on the verge of knowing vice...
That has a length to its merit, and shown deference with a role of how, heir?
And see the coming family of decision make the obvious misogyny, a lucre in a new choice...
Love and the atoned season, we admit is ours
There in, we say, the paces of hope to confirm ourselves as needs
With a realm to their ought, and relationship to the silence we have made, lovers
Saving heed from the meeting of heart's and minds, we will make all of what has and else, leads?
In clasped hands, an overture of awkwardness
Has a liberty to mind, and the yearning of waiting said
Has a legend of power, and the intention of a beauty at around, as we guess
Looking now, and the yet to be named
Chastity of resolve, we commit to each other
And the letting hour, have this question same?
The turn of specialness, into a levity or its world, to bother?
A known curiosity with the news of and, and another friend
With the clamor of sense and a passivity for each, their would
Life may have its ups and downs, but a silver lining has become kind
To ask and issue, a decree of simplicity's sake, where every man is couth...
Praises and baring hope, for a share in the powers
That be, a home on the verge of knowing vice...
That has a length to its merit, and shown deference with a role of how, heir?
And see the coming family of decision make the obvious misogyny, a lucre in a new choice...
Love and the atoned season, we admit is ours
There in, we say, the paces of hope to confirm ourselves as needs
With a realm to their ought, and relationship to the silence we have made, lovers
Saving heed from the meeting of heart's and minds, we will make all of what has and else, leads?
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If We Haven`t Already...
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