Oliver Rounds

Nothing is prescious Love is pretentious Only for those who know not The wealth of family bond Gem was formed Over the years of pressure To be glitter of special someone But the concept was misunderstood Dame leaves the gem intended Wearing the shame he donned Stetching the gap in the valley Meant to be resolved cleverly But the spinner was the ego call How can I approach after all And why should I submit at all. Turing the back once meant to support All because confusion unresolved yet Two bodies one soul concept At the verge of seeking self first. Synchronicity needs workouts Investing into Oliver rounds.