Lost Love1

In hamlet, we wine and dine in parterre love overshadow us like hurricane Bank of river, answer our question but dirge was song by host of heaven As spectators, tree, bee serve in her reticule was a flute she blew, taking hold of the wind Tremulous sounds, my heart stand our love grow like the lily of the valley The ark of love i build for century to escape the flood of the enemies our love shall grow for thousand years The night moon came to rescue we have gone to bed to tete-a-tete on our thatched cottage, land nightingale river and ocean breaking silence