You made me paramour , I was a Minerva though I loathe litergics kindly , and my mind was the inferno , you gave me inflorenscence to my love rituals , and you called me scrumptious , malicious , ethreous , I was different in a cruel crowd , and I loved the wind rythms in the dreadful stroms though it entrammels my heavenly way and sometimes it obliges me to be blind , I just loved , I was a wild wrongheaded . Once I catched you weeping like a broken angel so I fondled your soft heart with rymed words , then I made you hopeful for a while , we both were lawless searching for a remody for repression , it was our obsession ,we wanted an euthanasia , we buried logic and we danced as there’s no rivals because it was our stumper , only ours , and when everything became preposterous , we both went wild.
