But like Shiphrah and Puah who are visiting Zikpi.
In the Medieval and Byzantine times,
Of a spectrum of vivid shades and speckles on this love;
But Zikpi is still there in the room with the visiters.
Life is like the son of joy and the daughter of peace,
But remember Lot’s wife and come to me;
For true love is all that one needs to grow up.
But professing themselves to be wise,They became fools.They are simpletons,Not practicing what they preach;Like the penalties of their own errors.
But i will live on always to see you grow.Slow, glow, blow, flow;That which was empty is now full,But he who joins himself to a prostitute is in one body with her.
But bring me the blue box of love and,Share the content with me!For the opera will be opening tonight because of you,And all will clap their hands for seeing you on stage naked.
One story to another,One show to another,All in the name of your lifestyle towards me;But i am still your wife.
But like a leopard with the mouth of a lion,You need to keep life in its perfect ways.By a miscarriage, a child is gone!And by a discourage, all hopes are dashed out! !But he who is for the sword is really for the sword in this life.I can see your worried face but, i am…
Because there is no truth in her and,She is a lair!
