Alone along this-a beauteous bush,so strolls thee beloved heart. Wanting so ever so much,yet still all lost to trees.sins committed-yes,but i not held contempt thus far. Thy 'hide' much,claimin them to be others,others who wear my title of 'beloved'. Countless a time asked for this not to continue,yet still thou protrude thy tongue into mine mind,causing such confusing agonizing rush. UNFAIR i call this my dearest beloved. For i now walk my soul into this darkened forest,leading myself away,to leave all ,to fall and ly where mines feet give way. My body to be left for worm infestation,then comes bones left for debris.i walk,i walk into these beauteous TREES...