Then what pupose of hide
For surly you might ask of him the key
That holds my heart in his hands that you see
I hide not my love is for Heart
Nor does he hide the love of me
Mushrooms are only grown in the dark
And skeltons hiden from sight to see
Seek not my turn of favor
For no turn is what you will see
Nor with the line of your flavor
Were there no Heart
Your flavor is still out of line with me
