Mark My Mind, Waiting Words Work

To my confidence, I salute the courage to woo Waiting to patiently act if she won't boo The peace of nature that define man a fool Running to woman in sigh of her taken rule After he has poured out the rehearsed flow And the shy eyes maintain contact to forcefully glow Up within the heart, beats fastened mind to wallow If only but truly the morning would fly grace to follow And brace up the reviewing night wool Feeding young and hungry afternoon blood pudding to the full Till time will have its chance to propose arid knee goes low Of how it doesn't matter to define MARLIAN: a wolf Just a switch in time has tagged it "the way we roll" May be not true that I am one of his kins; ancient Woolf Meanwhile, the low knee doesn't guarantee a lasting soul Especially when traveling through the wood Tough and hungry afternoon won't only boo the hood But also cheer the hero up to summon the terror Till every flaw experienced is free of its initial error.