madame bovary do not despair for I will take you everywhere
the years you wear the thoughts you think let them sink into the blood into the heart
do not despair do not be lost the fog it sits beneath the glen
waiting to rise up again hold my ghostly hand begin
to know you are truly lost and I am truly lost do not depress
the moss or taste this secluded lake I have seen inside your room to know
youd not resist a ransacked potion a casual lust
desist madame the thoughts you think let them bound toward the sea
and blast the rocks of sin before demure pleasures are dashed
on them do not divine a windy charm in winters balm
or encourage my netherworldly carriage and psalm
Intricacy of sounds, rhymes, and a lush as always- lyricism speaks within this verse. Bovary being "take"n "everywhere", embodies a fascination, an obsession, a pulsing heartbeat by the lake of desire.
