16.05.2021
We turn grey, my beautiful beloved lady
We turn grey, my beautiful beloved ladyMy years of life i'd find to give them to you
As if 'tis but you to be my mountain of light
You're acceptin them ...and your little shoulders
that'd be so fragile, and at their start
They'd be Alike 2 monks destinated to face
their canon thr prayers
They too would know all that suffrest i in life
and of the hopeless days i've had
Whilst i was lost amongst such rains
you would've be my remembrance of our love again
You would've make long gone such burdens
and would've veiled the heart of i in the spring parfume
The years are but to make its doin pon us my dear lass
But in happiness at heart i'm there for you
Whilst the merciless old age doin
That got its claws in you like a tempest pearcehd through
your weakened body, yet i alike an flower
i'd carry it eternaly
For only you to see the such love i have for you
Brought to its knees without a say
'Tis but to wear the clothes given
Accompanied by such many a numerous frailties
As many a time also by such needs
My women ye're found with such scars and ye'd bear such memories
Given by such sefferings, and by childhood mem'ries
Yet nonetheless be it how it'd be ye'd always be
The bride of my very soul
The years are but to make its doin pon us my dear lass
lonelinesses over cucko's nest
We're awaited by the green grass that'll cover our grave
For us to lay underneath it our life last experiences
From our very bucket of memories
Yet next to our souls by now
The 'young trees' Are to be raised
They're blossomed alike the spring bud
And all around surrounded we'd be
By the scent of the moments memories we had in 2
In the life numerous swarming enchantments
And i love you so, beloved lass
my very magnolium autumn flowery flower