The wooing of chalot gordon

That Chalot gordon of Gight would with all her mighty might, lover me till our life finds final night. That we would woo and coo till our lung doth fill with right, and that laughing and do gooding would be our daily right! That, though fighting will erupt that it will end that quitely abrupt. That though I is a chunky tumbler, she'd always be astounded at my lacking namesakes of being a grumbler. That her fair skin would never not be my prize, and where-ever we are is where the truer love lies.