Anonymous, Thy Love

The warmth converging over to you now, denies that not a drop of it shall leave as hearts have done in merriment conceive, one's sanity to lose it or allow: Contained in words the overture from source has filled a sigh and sent it on a breeze, whilst tempests urge it shudder no remorse and neither shall they pardon your release. I hear the thoughts surrounding you the next whoever sends committal like I've owned hath sworn a thousand words which now protects the sanctuary paradise postponed. Whilst perishing the thought I have to find, your deep encrusted love which has been mined.