Compliments! But With Deep Regrets
Those are,
Virgin thoughts
And the fussy
Fusses you make.
Alone we get born
And alone do we tread,
And of course;
Travel paths of Passion and love.
Rigid are the pure firmly entrenched,
And you brew desires
Of the clouds and the rain;
The youthful essence of life.
Why then thou forsake,
The meadows, and the wilderness,
And thirst for the springs
The nectars of the Gods.
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