To be or not to be, is what baffles a thinker. Resist the supreme, is the game of a thinker. Between the thoughts, who breaths thought to you thinker? think, my little thinker.
Look where ever, up or around, I'll be there as the sky abounds. Love that is tall and deep, For you, I forever seek. Until thee rest in my arms, And shower all your charms. I shall not be in peace, for thou art my lone retreat.