Mindful eyes, peer through the glass.
Homes of humble people, it is presumed...

Hush now, the pest has gone,
And whilst the fibbings may commence beginning of...

He heard the brass ring,
‘though the bell was gone...

By-the-by 'though come what may
And merely flew those words astray...

Twinkle twinkle sapphire hues
In your eyes clearest of blues...

Twilight grew closer,
As he muttered in her ear...

Crisp green basking in the sunlight
Chocolate brown firmly stood, alone...

She gripped the lace fingers,
interlocking with her own...

And he stood before eternity,
waiting for his love to arrive...

She leaned back in her favorite chair
and closed her eyes...

There she rocked him gently
The wind blew a gale outside...

Twas a crisp evening, sky covered with haze
Creatures hibernate away stirring days...