Bold got somehow old,
Rolled was gold I uphold.
Hold me before I'm cold,
Sold the dream or so I'm told.
Uphold what we must scold,
Extolled all virtue left in mold.
Fold before I'll leave the Wold,
Untold, how our love unrolled.
Enrolled in types of beauty polled,
Controlled is power left unsold.
Remould the vision we unfold,
Patrolled by love or left resold.