Points of pleasure mixed with pain -- these are the gentlest kind. Melancholy grief again -- a precious cruel find. Metronomic thoughts unwind in metered rhythmic rhyme. Twisted echoes of the mind caress a pantomime. Gentler features contraband Bind a martyred soul. Terror grips a tempered hand as gales begin to blow. Hurricane my troubled friend, ally in despair. Peaceful do you seem to me when I at times compare.
