You Are The Feather To Mine Staff.
You're the heartbeat, I am the heart,
You're the loud thud, scaring my art,
You're the whistle blowing my art,
You're the heartbeat, you're in my heart.
For thousand years I've lived to see,
And grey hair instill me to see,
The love the hart merry a sea;
And so be it though wast I a sea?
Threescore and ten couldn't explain;
The love I have wasn't so plain_
But right in-my heart it thuds me plain;
And I'm the staff and rod of sane.
Oh humble lass as though you are–
Like ripple star, as thou you are,
Ten thousand match are matchless star_
With you the moon, the star do bear.
They said you to be one unknown_
They said you to be too too known,
They said you gave veggie to snow;
They said love was a season snow.
With you I found my other half
Like Rubicon of snows of chaff,
In sleeping groans you beam my half
You are the feather to mine staff.
"words from the innocent mind"