Hollydale followeth me to the squishee hearts?
Bunker impediments play the ball as it lies
Love is not love hithereth alters alteration bequeeeethes
Oh bend with the bender Valentine to eat or giveth
.... an ever-fixed mark ? (( SHIT )) ooops
That looks on tempests and is shaken not stirred
It is the big pine to every wandering almond bark
Whose money unknown, his height be taken as spine go rubbery
Love's not Time's court jester with raw lips and cheeks
Within a bending freezy pop compass come compass Southeth
Love alters not with his brief hours and underware schedule
But bears down out even to the edge of doomsday grizzly
If error be and upon me the hither proved iniquity
I never wrote one wordeth, nor any man ever loved-eth
Here is a box of sale price confectionery for "that woman"