Let me not to the married of true minds Alter what thou love may seem to peace As rivered lips at dawn Shall it be less sharp as horns Let me not shall I command Be as thorns as it sunk For midget goes from toes Its all a dream to chase Be it of fear Shall it move like gear Its electricity love adhere Is all it has to cheer Let me not to the love of one heart Be the judge as it roams around Raging with fire and excitement Shall its joy, that no stone reverses