sonnet 3.9.13.

Its time we said our sad byebyes and split
Ill memorise the golden good times glad
I rate you best of honeys whom Ive had
Ill love you always any little bit
Our qualifications foiled qualms legit
You werent my first pick draped in season fad
And I recalled the most your dear old dad
We leveraged the leeway worked one whit
Romance enlists young folk were not of late
We cant expropriate whats their special space
A priceless future frank blank field and gate
We lug our baggage burdened out of place
The meant soul mates unmet await like wine
Corrupted spirits from the virtuous vine
Chorus wine vin wein