One’s dusk, an other morrow passethby. For it be ours, wherefore art thee somber? ‘Tis foolishness and mere waste of ye saying, worrisome knoweth many doth.

For I, knoweth the feeling; whence it from and sayings that may prosper you. For it is in thine own presence thy finds solace; it is in I, thy finds comfort.

I, whom undoubtedly knoweth, understands ye sayings; there is nay truth in the earthly for it is the land of deceit. Riseth and acknowledge ye lord is mighty, thine heart is strong. Thou knowest your loyalty and faithfulness, thou hath not turned thy back fully, her head looketh around.

I whom that knoweth the sayings, shall marry thee, a Christian woman.
© Trystin M.D Rehfeld