Martha

Thy beauty makes the traveling lamp the moon and the stars dance to thy tone, with so much smile thou stagger the wind and blossoms the flower picking off is weary petals for a new one with thy dark brave, thou lit mine humor with thy laughter, I lost mine manners with mine eyes running down from thy pate to thy feet, it keeps me wandering how much love made thee. being mesmerized and lost in thought I can’t feel mine own bones for I thought beauty lies a myth less didst I wot what was staring upon me thy decisions I can’t withhold thy care, I can’t explain thou divine that bless mine household how many thanks may I hast to render? not that I wish, but if thou shall live early for life what shall be of me a drunk, fugitive, that needs its heartbeat one moe time, I bless the day thou smile at me and kissed me. withal thy cherry lips and with trust, thou filled mine empty soul I shall keep mine love e'en moe than a lifetime thy body artistry glues me aye just like I just met thee from thy eyes to thy touch to thy character, ooh, what a stallion! marta, what a name for an unexplainable beauty like thee mine potion, mine beauty, mine diamond, mine heart and soul if thy corporal agent be ill what shall I doth minion beshrew mine love with thou to be forever