A boat that makes for rain, a briar grows in twain with roses, come to rid , forever at your feet Glass and pinch of breast ,knocking at my tray ,while leave on ,please take me home my long to leave ,forever at your feet... And I hope that you won’t mind, my dear ;When you see my eyes are lie, my dear ;It’s because I avoided all these of you ;All your kisses, sweeter than mint ,And touch them Softer than sea ;Oh, treasure ,I would be Forever at your feet