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 armare witnessing my labour's snare;
Remember this Forget Me not
for a thousand Pardon is enough to Spare.