Hello! My Yellow Gerber Daisy Bodhisattva Woman!

I Won’t You come imbibe golden icicle Satori with Me? You say it’s my decision to make With softly chosen plans, You say it’s up to me Inside of artillary - guarded mortar cans, and what I have concluded is that it’s really up to You, for I am not the One In the middle Of koo - koo katchoo... I understand It must be breathtaking to declare yr soul mate, but if y’all waits too long It just might be too late, for Winter turns to Spring, and just like Everything We all must rely On the forgiving Breath of Fate... So please Ashlee Come with me To a place where Water returns, & I’ll make It Allbetter & heal yr scars + burns Of past incarnations And Dramatic twists And turns, but also Must You know, too, That there is another In mynd for playhouse Games, And She only needs To wink at me to loose these ungreased chains, Around my blessed Heart + mind To which I’ve Given names, Around a maypole Of the soul To wither all yr claims, Of my responsibility To You To make a decision Now (I’d like to do it for you, but haven’t any idea how)