staying awake to see into my true

opinion of the days and all that comes with that,

completing this removal of the tests I design,

imply the vision of a bat in a cool cavern,

Amounts of devotion to making each evening great,

like a present I prefer to give her

instead of a flower,

nothing matters more,

from the minute I see her

often the light in her eyes

really fires me up

making anything possible yet

arranged moments like a garden and

after the first of the month then

nail in the coffin and do it all again,

time waits for no one