Idle, I was drifting.
barely sifting in your waves.
‘Til the day that you convinced me
merely sifting wasn’t saved.
So you tossed me in your tidal
and helpless I learned faith.
You cast me ‘gainst your rocky shores
and bloodied I felt bathed.
You stepped on me, and stepped along
and shattered I grew strength.
And washed ashore, so many more
of Us you made that day.
He was merry
She was merry
Merry they would be.
They would marry
persons married
Married with a deed.
Sold a merry
Stole a merry
Never she would be.
Just to marry
To be married
sold within a deed.
He was merry
she was merry
younger, lighter speed.
Sold his married
and Her merry
for a brighter breed.
Without merry
though She carried
his and Her love’s steed
There She buried
Their love’s merry
Stout and breathless breed.
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