One TWO buckle my shoe.
THREE, FOUR, I WANT MORE.


Those who stare,
Please beware.
Not that We don't care;
I love her to her hair.
These disgust that you bear
Can't beat this Love We share.
Why should lovers bolt like hares,
When it's love, not lust, we bare?
I beseech this blinded world.
Your justice makes Justice's hair curl...




When this love becomes a prison.
You may leave without a reason.
Why let an apple taint a basket?
Remove my photo from your locket.