I have had my tongue tussle until it has bled There are ups and downs Yet the feint breathing of the one I love is a beautiful sound
As the night creeps in And creatures dwell and fritter on the ground. I have solace for thy lady is around.
Shrouded is my confidence. He will face every day and wash away each painful jibe. For after all she is the reasons he is alive.
And now it is love that one must proscribe. Undying attention The words simply must have a mention.
Love and dedication. To bring about two lovers elation and loves retention.