None of my dreams’ equalling true calibre,
Lust dominating; serenity befallen,
Turgid love onto you my darling,
Is as blunt as the eye of death,
An adhesive pledge to start anew,
But that love had only been marked,
Fore; infecting our strong desire,
In this fishy tales of a hidden title,
In soliloquy I bit a craven love,
Amenity, scandals which amusing,
Seeing a passing spring,
Which had novice in me running?
Or, what do I card of which to pick,
In waltzing vigils along the swollen path,
When you see a thing you plea.