This Love we chose suspends ticks and tocks between cuckoo crows
What a hopeless phrase. What a terribly, terribly hopeless phrase.
This new captain has all I lack
Through stained glass windows are partridges//Singing in the boughs//Reciting favorite passages//That pleasantly could rouse//The dear elven-child//From his lovely dream//And with a lovely, toothless smile//His candor would brightly beam
And on that day, His promise held true//my God taught me hope and Love through you
...I might leave behind one truthful piece
What if I just sit here. What am I worth then?