Harken not and yea hasten evermore to be, tis thine own beauty yet thou rays of sunshine art thou tis thee, heeden thine own ways to be yea suttle of choice, to yea be thou are in tranquility towards thine own grace, to read upon yonder shore as to hear thou voice as one sultry sits down to save face , Yet yonder on thou shore one can see and shout out that evermore thou are coming from a tender grace , to yea embark of such a simple place as thou seeks upon thine shore as yet a dove parks his ownself upon thine tender mores , Speak now yea of little transgressions and yet braken thou days of yor, send not yer rays down upon this little town, and maketh thine own tender love of beauty fullfill thine sky to henceforth bound , Ode to thine love and maketh ways for yer rays of shine make each and every day tenderly sublime , with every passing of simple time, One shouldst not speak out , yet sit back and yea unwind from nights past , to setback and lay out to what yor day twill bring , thank you thou Sunshine for what blessings thou hast bestowed for nothing earned is nothing gained , yet Ode to Thine Love for thou art yea such a stain upon thine sky , for only others can look out and see thou beauty of inner stained tranquility , from way out twain high above the sea! Cc @ 12:00 P.M. on the 11th of Febuary 2009 , written by "Crusher" ! This poem and all its form are original content from its originator, all of the above has ben written to only serve the purpose of poetic justice and henceforth is not to be used without authorized , or written consent from its originator and author aka "Crusher" , Thank you !!