The Kings letter to greener grass

But shall you question your stance for a moment of delusion and so to sell what is known simply for the urge of curiosity. Simply put and fixate thus your focus blurred so to bestow doubt on what it is present in your palm.



What then shall this union bring and what of the value set. Is it then not flawed to say that by such whim devotion finds flight as excitement sets. In the end betrayal in itself is a plague worse than death and a crown to a king of untrustworthy tales... But give unto each man his Harem and he will find a mistress darker on the shores of foreign lands.

Inevitably repeating the cycle and thus never sating the insatiable nature of a man desiring the venture of more hearts to fill the space left by questionable motives.

So to true love becomes no more than half lies and passing time.

If all but for my own delusions shall I then love but one and burn by the words of my own heart. So to find my end at a road walked with commitment.