T. 7

As stark as the world may seem, your harp is the way I serve up strings.. Both apart from the way it's seen, in rows and arc which sets the scene.. Strung from you yourself no act can dream, don't wake me, hopeless romance indeed.. My dream is wide awake like Barack Hussein, I've had my takes in a line of pain all gain redeemed.. No others are like two, individuality, you've got it boo.. For lovers it's wholesome truth, indivisible principality, like yours, amends and truce.. That smile and your nose, so composed, it's cute.. My trial in these notes, not pro, I'm through..