Catastrophe bound

Night in the crescents of love that is bound as catastrophic as the sound in the morals of life onward the real ones they strive.  

 Lives catastrophes as love grows bound in the loving arms of time and wind on the morals of sound.

 Lives fate eye is directed in life and morality of the ball of time does bounce as love grows.  Time fades the day as life grows dear to the ever knowingest of hearts. The time does have no drearier of that sicklemore tree.

 Lives loving embrace and time is of the essence.  The tight groweth dim for many over time and as fate. The hearts do still bear as one and the love will never grow dim.  

The lives sicklemore is unbeknowist as the blood flows through.  Lifes lessons do run true and the hearts feel love and beat as one again for the unbeknowest of love comes from within.