A fateful heart in exactness of my writ’s the one alone and fine this further dire
Confused from others as he’s made the truth known in ways of fire
Let’s let not let’s, deceive each other in pretence we have received each
And other as several pauses of the same flow of a flowing stream of love’s own screech
Compel rifts and waters we see for fishing to feed
To become one wary desert where all hopes are treated down in deed.