My future girlfriend tries to reach the end of the blend that heaven has sent
She smells the vapour of my mystic, but hissed, kissed, missed breath of my mist
This enclosure hides the other sides of the hole of the contradictory role from the pole of my soul
Indeed hardly anyone couldn't recognize the cute mice that rise on my love's ice between my wise eyes
Those frightened tiny animals can't already endure the cure of the shadow that goes to the meadow of my future life
The healing of my feeling will take time, but Miss Dime will soon hear the rhyme of the chime from my honesty that approaches eternity