Net

Netted or encaptured, a fisherman nets...................but who does the encapturing? A passionate woman, who gave all her heart, or the lips of her deep kisses for the play? Or a love that is never owned?

The road, and it wends to a city of lights, beguiling, evening sun follows the mountain, shadows play, and deep ravines are open. Ah, find the light that is me, well i never had the sweet love, no stays around thou waist, but upon your marriage bed, we arose, to the end of thee, tis a place of portal, it is where i had thee with scarf of ipomea's and we ended our escape. For to find the place .,,,,,,,,,,,,,, for perhaps its gone from me? Never will I marry, AGAIN.