I'm out in the field
The sun rays are on yield
It's feeling as a cuddle gird
Filling it's wonders into my heart abode

I'm out in the sun
Gladlying feelings of fun
Highing as bun
And it's sweetness as hun

I stare and wish
Love could come to me in a dish
A desire like hoping the sun on your palms
It isn't foolish or but a stupid bravery that cools like balm

Love holds no sin
It has a true identity of pain
It has no other cure
But calmness of its own lure

I hope to have it everlasting
My fear is its pain is unending
So if I'm praying it for an everlasting
Thus I'm wishing an eternity with pain unending

What is paradise if it doesn't give comfort
A world of paradoxical profenic consort
I shall ride with a bolt
With a vibe running as volt
Love could be optionless if it was to have a vote
Thanks that it doesn't have that
Perhaps it knew the risk in its stat
And the war of its pent and prayed to be auctionless but intact
A war not won but never ending and will forever be in our state