Encased with gold.

Time has no quoral,  unspoken words devise one's breath, and love it lies eternal in the boughs of never death, but seeks it's incantations in the light of holy eyes, Where the soul is ever born , and taken to the skies 

Where are the words in longing,  in a life of subliminal dreams, seeds of more than roses spread amongst the seams,  victorious be the throne of lasting,  thorns and roses coexist
And never would such love be younger than the palm of this

Has my likeness to the snow A pale enchanted woe In love, for all the merry of the gardens 
Sow to soiled glove, in my hands the light of heavens shined upon each stem to reach 
And never had the trouble of love, to cast away or preach 

For all the love within one's eyes , the soul endures what passion reaps, and in the grounds of holy times , may offer then the land to teach, a peaceful notion spreads the seeds
And prospers where the wilderness calls
In all the arms of barring truth,  between the lines it falls,

Such a love elopes the heavens, calls upon the very hand, whom of all the mourners then,
Would grace the sea of sand, particularly the tides and moon, the yonder star that night beholds, for all the flowers withered too, are love encased with gold.