Both sit and wait in temperance divide
As she sings and floats in butterflies’ spring
Weep upon toes icy shores you have lied
Pure white cotton thou’st wears delicate fling
Touch that skin of forbidden fruit in May
Lest we choose our ships not sink in rough seas
Your ink is black not blue eyes nether fray
We gaze at her moves like a puma breathes
Thomas by name you have brought me to sound
Cometh upon time in Shakespeare’s skin alive
For you were not known due to him they found
To intertwine that skin like zebra thrive
Bequest my fruits of solitude thy see
I shall bring back your beauty just for thee
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