Number 4

“Moron”, O I speak thoughts of days have passed How reckless was I, foolish words ran wild O flee fast time, let the memories stay last O Fate through looking mirrors pendent vile That sneering viper, distorted visage Dare lay its eggs in the presence of grace Made barren these chambers, bleak and lifeless “Idiot”, sounds resonant, brought and fazed “These loving eyes,” she then speaks, “Dare they glance At some-faulty-where, cast them on my lips Follow their movements spare no passing chance Hear these words and then forever instill: I’ve granted you my life, my heart, my Love Let not your Heart be vexed by those thoughts ‘bove”