Fate And Yet Friends Are

I can not receive you without deceiving me. And if I am and could I have the world. This is it the you the me and kind each meeting trust it is. To short to tall to pushy I have been privileged buried in that nesting hall. That's why the window face and what is not. Each bird that flies high in the sky the key has always been. And loving life all hate to die before befits these words. To deep to shallow graves and misty waterfalls that clean me up and down the path from here to you I am. The death of me is in my mind the Mediterranean has opened up and came across the shore to where you are. Character's and you will know the truth about the and. Come to me and you will read the rest of my. Are friends.