i am more than curious how you became trademarked as in copyrighted I am sure it is not a god given birthright
Im not the kid of person whose going to yell fire and brimstone at ya and try to force you to see things my way
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna in the vineyards of En-gedi
My beloved is unto me as a bag of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.