It is how she is. Her tongue perverts the course of the truth and so the years have flown.
But the truth has not prevailed.
Alas, I believe her when she speaks.
Time has spoken its tall order; what to boast about her, I don’t know.
Me and you are similar, it seems.
Must she lie?
And should I follow?
Oh, in what lonely manner is such “adoration and affection” felt?
Yet past elderliness does this romance unfold.
So, reside us both together.
Falling short, we are not defeated.
And now, we are masters in this love’s delight.
