Cause For A Lover's Vexation

Oh, how I implore your cool restless breath Rustling the palm of roots to the tips tresses- fanned out reaching the curved elegance of a freckled back. The impression of my soul, treading Soft and listless and marring Barred of who imposed, expose the tenderness. Spoils to my wretched yearning Nevermore, disregard of who I loathe Oh, how I beseech your the lightness of your sound Enticed to excite- meant to startle the crescendo of what others turn to vice. Trembling, my cords are terrified Sewn together, my lips are shut But they bleed and scar and sting With the aspire to inspire this idle tongue Shouting, speaking, screaming the lonesomeness of my soul. Nevermore, disregard of who I loathe Oh, how I crave ease of your smile Your mouth, lovely creased with laugh lines Harboured in mirth of remembrance and solace to the nonsensical beating in my cage. What could I! Never fathom the skewed momentum Non-rhythmic percussion to hinder its violence Hindrance of the bustling noise in my skull Ardently and longing, you, the essence which beams entreats the emptiness, vital ardor. Nevermore, disregard of who I loathe But who I loathe, reflect the fractures of my visage To nevermore impede of who I loved