Yes,my sin swallowed me; Like the toad-the adder's meal.
When first you summoned me: Even of your love to feel.
Loan was your Love and assests; You'd siad; 'Maybe he'll be an asset'.
But after the Lent love laced with life, Pride weighed me down with strife:
Pulling me off your standard. Scourging me even with your absence.
Thy soft palm seasoned with fragnance, Elating my heart,ushering me into a trance.
The smiles of your face glazed with honey, Sweetening my soul,costier than money.
The lyrics of they words, Ringing yet,whipping my ears for the odds.
How can i get back on the stairs; I'm made equal with tears.
Even if not to fill the former field. Just let the torn soul again mend be.
Come again,ho my princess: How long will you scold me with your absence. 17:14:11:10:00