Mark My Mind, Waiting Words Work
To my confidence, I salute the courage to woo
Waiting to patiently act if she won't boo
The peace of nature that define man a fool
Running to woman in sigh of her taken rule
After he has poured out the rehearsed flow
And the shy eyes maintain contact to forcefully glow
Up within the heart, beats fastened mind to wallow
If only but truly the morning would fly grace to follow
And brace up the reviewing night wool
Feeding young and hungry afternoon blood pudding to the full
Till time will have its chance to propose arid knee goes low
Of how it doesn't matter to define MARLIAN: a wolf
Just a switch in time has tagged it "the way we roll"
May be not true that I am one of his kins; ancient Woolf
Meanwhile, the low knee doesn't guarantee a lasting soul
Especially when traveling through the wood
Tough and hungry afternoon won't only boo the hood
But also cheer the hero up to summon the terror
Till every flaw experienced is free of its initial error.
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