Coming I Come Again

Here I have dwelt, 'their I once against was gone where, there some have all gone before from whence have I returned, I make my claim. She is as I, have said, is love saith he and breath once as sweet as the apple the meat from the sea and open lips fair once was the wind in my sail, her hewn horn of my good hope, returned to she, unfulfilled. Coming, 'I come again, as wants made will speaking too her, I will speak, she may then speak, your home and my will made of good, will she serve, deep the well as you, 'I have, willed. Speaking, we speak of her, of course, I come. I come when she calls and fall.