perhaps she was  pushy     
      shaping between difficult matters
           inquisitive to a fault my Russian farrier dog and sleds run
    (y)our  love ran out like a tank depleted of letters or    
as when the water dries up having held its own long in the letters the Battle of Hastings,

the brook changing  course backing up it's drive to far fetched channels your body close to narrow grabbed by the tilt  in the cope of awnings
 garnering its 

waterloo steigers masks to crave the pregnant night those who know and those who do not ,