I ask you young maiden, did you know love for life and life for love can exist. As you stare out window towards hill that meets the sky, remember me well, for I am loves crown. A fool should be so lucky to adorn, alas I am merely forgotten, not left to fools masquerading. Walk down this path towards loves end, and you will know how it should feel to have warmth of kiss placed upon lips. Should I be the king of fools or should I wear this golden crown. To adorn would bring life to death and death, yes death, to some life. We should all be so lucky to have this choice, so as you sit there and stare towards hill that meets sky, know that life is merely a game played by those who are less than kings to fools.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 14:30:39 +0000
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