The Condonation
For meet Me when it doesn't rain; I'll show you what you lost and what I gained. And decieving in it's minute pretence; TIME doth showed with the demeanor you brought that end. Today You make Me feel, Like I'm in devil's fold; But when You had tried on Me, I doth emerged as pure gold. You were well discerned, of the flagrant ill-mannerism that aggrieved Me; Yet with courage and determination you affronted me publicly. Guess, this whole thing was, but a Dilettante to You; Maybe You knew, I were such a Fool, to fall for those hocus-pocus that You spewed. You were My Crony, You will Remain so; For I make committments that are forever's store. Now those belligerent stare on the galore's arm are witnessing my labour's snare; Remember this Forget Me not for a thousand Pardon is enough to Spare.