Thy words and fawning how vacant and void
Dance under the night, diverting devoid
whirling around in the land sounds folie
In the meadow with small pests how lowly
I can’t fathom your hollow endearment
There’s others to oblige your fullfilment
I can asure im not the only one
With that sweet talk you’re bound to find someone
If our teens and passion linegerd in spring
Bill and coo under a tree mayhap cling
Come autumn and leaves will be destroyed
Thy words and fawning, how vacant and void