• My looking glass doth not lie. Upon my mothers bodice, there lay a stain, dare I say I am not ashamed? A shamble of her former self. A wise man once said, “There is no man whose cloudy eyes cannot withstand,”. What is it, I could never understand.

    My bible dearest doth not lie. Upon my bookshelf, there she lies, dare I say I am not ashamed? A shamble of her former self. A wise man once said, “Within my bible tells a story that of a great man,”. Who he is, I could never understand.

    My lover doth not lie. Upon the porch, he laid a blanket and a bottle of wine, dare I say I am not ashamed? A shamble of his former self. A wise man once said, “The love of today could be gone tomorrow,”. Why that is, I could never understand.