Austere, austere, austere, sweet disgusting austere.

I'll tell you nothing but sweet nothings first right in your ear/s

I'll jeer 'till you have naught but time to make for pure lunacy and self-conversations.

If my diction astounds, than I'll leap you by bounds, and by mounds you shall sway to my pall.

Pearl bearers.

What do / shall  ashll  ashall ashlle ahslle  ahesl  ahsle

in this love?  This love is a place for me to stay, and a room to sleep in.

WEll find thee,  love in the the 'bove.

GRow thine nuptual branch, which forks at the end, like a tongue of a snake, or the end of snail.

Fork thine nuptual branch