G93

The skeptical universe, weighs not a feather, an impulse, i follow feeling, weighs fleeing dread, or of heroism upon that measure, to question the boorish mind, putting itself before you, G, thats my feeling you see, having tested Love’s weight, ‘gainst my own thought process

In my eyes a sprite, G, lighter than skepticisms feather, your spirit, i venerate, lighter than air