In green upon a Friday a maiden walked to the town fountain and
With a Celtic Brogue she prayed upon these lines .
May the Disquieted, disquiet thee; Do not hold out upon the Bed!
With the luscious arrow of Love, do I pierce thee in thy heart.
The arrow ,winged with lunging barbed with love .
Whose shaft is undeviating desire with that well aimed ,Love shall piece thee in thy heart.
With a well aimed arrow of love which parches thee spleen ,whose plum flies forward, which burns up, do I pierce thee in thy heart.
Consumed By burning fire I adore thee, with parched mouth do thou cometh to me,
With prided laid aside , be mine alone speaking sweetly to be devoted.
I drive thee with a good frame thy Mother and My father so that thee shaft be in my power shall come upon my wish.
All their thoughts do ye omitra and Varuna drive out of , then having Deprived her will put her into thy power alone:
Upon her paper she did Wright to the mother venues about 7 at night 
7Aha Salom
49 Hariel Arepo
117 kedemil Lemel
1225 Bne seraphim Molus
22 47 16 41 10 35 4
5 32 43 17 42 11 29
30 6 24 49 18 36 10
13 31 7 25 43 19 37
21 39 8 33 2 27 45
40 15 40 9 34 3 26
She put these symbols upon the paper and with a dream and a wish she let it fall into the water …..for her hearts dream…. Happy Valentines ladies…

