Michicant

I was unafraid, I was a boy,
I was a tender age

melic in the naked,
knew a lake and drew the lofts for page

hurdle all the waitings up,
know it wasnt wedded love

4 long minutes end and
it was over itd all be back

and the frost took up the eyes

pressed against the pane
could see the veins and
there was poison out

resting in a raze the inner claims
I hadnt breadth to shake

searching for an inner clout,
may not take another bout
honey in the hale could fill the pales
of loving less with vain

hon, it wasnt yet the spring

aiming and it sunk and we were drunk
and we had fleshed it out

nose up in the globes,
you never know if you are passing out

no it wasnt maiden-up ,
the falling or the faded luck
hung up in the ivory,
both were climbing for a finer cause

love can hardly leave the room

with your heart