A Vale Of Tunes

would you sell my blood to send me the pains I would buy my universe when snaffling in hands of apprehensions the only door to defray the history as wrought by the inks of blood when unshaken by the errors hearts still melts into the air should you look at me to payback my love send me the smiles for a day tout to the moon tunes when frayed by the ashes of blisters yet fettered by deathless religion would you talk to me words bereft of all abetments yet with a song in cadence by the wonders steeped in art of love cascading on a city square garlands over the portraits unstained as needed even by the stint of pride the conviction as when flecking the bleeding to love when rued in its room over this vale of tunes when deflated