Mine own kisseth is f'rev'r yours

Few knoweth about our lov'rs tale in the w'rld of charm, thee knoweth nameth by anon. Thee seeth the swarm i induceth with daemons, those gents hath tried to toucheth thy heart and those gents didst not life to bid the tale. We art meanteth f'r one anoth'r but not in the w'rld of flesh but above, causeth simple men liveth below.

Thee did touch mine own heart at which hour i wast hath lost, without thee i wouldst not liveth to bid a lov'rs tale yond is not of this w'rld. Coequal though i cant toucheth thee mine own kisseth is f'rev'r yours.