I will write; he wrote the prelude.
She wrote events,
they moulded together a piece of gold.
As they would say,"You're the light!"
But not for love, all to bite;
"You decide you shine or not, for sake of the name that guarded yours!"
I wailed in urgency to burn the shackles—"No name guards mine if they longed to shine not shower–the suspended love in the air."
I will write my epilouge.......