My heart is verbose– Incapable to compose. Oh my tongue– articulate the right words, I cannot formulat… Mouth– sing her a melodious song

In the early spring, On Saint David’s Day, A young babe boy was born. Born to a loving mother Born to a loving father

J’ai vu toutes les couleurs de Notre amour Eres más dulce que un Buen perfume I tucci occhi brillano più dei gio…

Till my heart ‘Til death do we part Our love– a fulfilling, satisfying… In the neardays our forever will s… Sweet sensations of love, let us i…

A sapling seed lies in a field of… Roots slowly dig and grow into ric… The beauty of thus hath never been… Whirlwinds come to the tree, yet c… Listen– the leaves tell of thy lov…

Where do I begin and you end? Let us partake in the liquor prepa… Our love and juniper berries. Fermented, fresh-pressed fruit From the seeds of our mothers and…

You glimmer like the Sunbeams dancing on the dew In the early morn’.

Oh she who hath remarkable beauty Fair skin and enchanting eyes Oh the melody thou tongue confess Oh the gentleness of thou touch Great is her eternal beauty–

The landscape of God Surrounds me Yet you hold My gaze– His finest masterpiece.

Oh Death how shall i entertain Thee? When Thou’st gives me company. All because of

Liars and thieves sleep on the Co… Gluttons guide their lambs to the… Marauders murder with spotless han… Slanderers and mud-slingers steal… Adulterers abandon the self– selli…

“And Cain talked with Abel his br… I am called many names: Murderer, Evil, Killer,

Be thou truest and most blessèd to… Art thou an angel of God’s deligh… To whenst hast thou heart fall? Thy heart recline upon thou sweet… Of speech,

The head of a buck Mounted on the wall A trophy of denial Of the Hunter’s same Ultimate demise.