Ruins Upon Ruins

That both of us hath wrought. Into your elegant house I walked, by invitation only. Whirlwinds wild fury. I say we did this both. Nought did I so solemnly speak nor wish to unfold to thee That which all know have privy to see agreed. The birds all there colors fashion still hold yet he himself through peace chose to speak unto me. I know If a child I was and thou bewitched me so you did then there the right you gave to me. The right called love I spent my seed In thee. For untruthful words found out in time. Would soon have both us crying. Yet unto the two of us through light we still keep trying. A tragedy is not that of which I seek but simple understanding made upon peace. Estate bankrupt as so spoken by you can just as easily be respune again diplomacy in words doth good bring. Intertwined the two again saith you. Speak the truth pray tell to all. It doth end well.