Her Presents

Imperfection love scorn, tented, virtue a loose, Sound board of like if to know of her will is that shackle A like warm of a Feather tie of a shoe of her might What make things So new virtue you The first walk of the day as one sitting at a desk is Jealousy more then a catch Morning of master of day could One put there live in there hands Pass the note education the wick it well train ride into heaven Perspiration to hardness the weather what is in between the sky that lies between you and I Is it work or just completion lies.