Gentlemen, The breathing is incidental, the rest is just an illusion. Flowers blossom only to wither away. Time is a magacian, it casts it smell, when tempered even iron melts. Oh my beautyful love the lady of my desires, Goodness you torment me to no end. All my desire now is for the earth to meet the sky. To keep myself alive, i have died a 1,000 deaths, the poison of death i drank with smile. Nothing ammuses me without you, oh captivating lass, look at my obsession. I wonder why your enterance has set my heart on fire, can someone tell me.