When you were tempered with delight
When you were tempered with delight your virtues were taken down and forests that you passed through were not finite.
When you were tempered with delight you kept the saddest oceans, you kept the proudest streams. And wild pens would not strain your sight.
When you were tempered with delight you carried sand upon your necklace and cream upon your lips. And you never made the journey through the park.
When you were tempered with delight you were consumed by bikers in the light and nurses in the dark. And taut strings pulled on you forever.
When you were tempered by delight strong bars were held around your fortress and strong men could never kiss the wound you would always hide.