Sentimental vaules graze against the grain while the melodrama shrouds the loneliness. Words run flat with a stale response. How fragile are my tender affection once thrashed upon the rocks with your slanderous tongue? Will he unthaw my fridgid disposition with his indifferance? A childs' unbemished ambition shall whisper upon the translucent idealistic remedies of falsities that are yet detrimental. I yern to comprehend the vast unrest of my discretion. Lend no ear to the sound of calamity thrust into my humble bosom.