Changeth

For I am weak because they jump from ecstasy
covers prevailed and I bent death.
Idle am I? Tenables dirty?
Drossy are leap?

The mighty sun finally took me off the field,
he post'd on my pole,
he uplift'd my beaver,
could say only my presumption o'ercrows

My face, the sun spoke was a nickname
for it is said that milk,
face the reality that mine was retrograde
what he has seen his soul which is idle.

Gave a pink button by my hand,
Currently he later, my God unfold.
Repair dead end for me when I forgot,
Tape the love out of time to another.

The button flow'r chariest grew up with my hands,
and fin'lly, able to see,
no button is my feeling, but invisible
and finally laud I heard they are looking for.

I have listed my button from the world heavy
feling for my reputation has grown to deceive.
Each time the button around, yes it is always
presumption post mine through my brain.

Are now not pickpocket of bliss
for now I have mine,
withal of love from my heart and she
drossy hours are not usually, but yes mistress.