Limerick in the nocturnal fog
Coming in heavy, with a round eye
Blessing the land, with a call, somehow maudlin
I saw a legend of hop, skip and mind, the native sign...

Realizing my mistake, a role of here to fore?
Lip's and detail's of a summary gift of a bird
Done to right's, and without dalliances war
Far in the night away, behind and sore truth heard?

What in blue blazes does this have to do, with merciful all?
Left to ones decision's and advice, in a rotund ear
Can the limerick rhyme with a handsome persuasion to fulfil?
Reading the opportunity before day knock's, I address my fear:

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who looked good swimming, but said the rudest thing
When my *** burns on the beach, is it the sun that is luckier
Than a cold kiss from a shadowy first, with lasts to linger?

Nantucket is a shoe with pretty origin's...
Since we are both kind to a fog, is a whale of a chance our mission?
Toe to toe, and looking for again, the mightier approach to lend
Can I have another kiss, to compare hidden shares in the, soon?

The moon, since when do I look like a piece of green cheese?
Since you came apart at the seems, with a rule of thumb
Distance to your smile, is one to ask a favor from a heathen...?
Help me take the time to save our yearning, for a cleverly climbed, number?

Huh?
Sing the song, and merry a long try in the tooth
Of foreign significance to a relationship we are, among
The neglect of serendipity, as a child's empathy runs to couth

Couth can do mathematic's?
So does a mind wandering about the nature of you, though cold shoulder's
Have the silence of promises never met, but can in moment's alone with each other
Can we name our favorite time, a place in the sun, with a risk for a need older?

One, follows two, like your shoe left
Right about three, it will save a step four
Figuring but five finger's, and a sixing tree in the wind, since
Seven heaven, and the eight times we met in the rain, so dour...

Nine or none, then and ten, will become our love?
Share with me a privilege, and see the silence I adhere to, and enjoy
The reason is mine, to seem a curious patience, which I admit does
Become a sun beam worth a look, that is a real enough press for joy?

Limericks, and lady's
Love and need's undying
Sense from a passion in the more, we detail as seeking a fate
That has the time of day, with a glass of wine...?

Throne
Decision's in a comparing hand
Committed, where saving is a home
Taken for liberty's example, if a land...

Presence of mind, actual live before lesson's
Of common sense, arrogancy and construal
Benign, the stoic versus of the stead of question's
That redoubt even the spare, tongue and hand rued...

Focus on a silence, of stirring hope's
In course and force, if a people's mind
Terror first, humanity lasting, the times of whether cope
Is our gift or reward, the muse of completeness, and kind?

Patience served, and it's host of causes...
With a realm to its sharing grace, that made might
We deem and sake with a tribute to honor's laud
Here is strength, here is amends, here is right...

Waiting but one step more
The talk of unity to collect, a harmony in finished haste
When out to self and the skip of decision among our lore
With but the conscience's sight we direct to you, is our silence fate?

Left to one's own devices?
Me and the notion of you in a tree
Saving the world, for a smile that rises
Above the clouds, when a tale comes to freedom

Pensive, and looking the part
Meandering hopes, that come to finite ends
Like time, to merit a new season to start
A total of contemplation, free and few to lends

Will we seem the better of cope, a half of since?
True to day's fascination
And the coming honor of a nobly thought wind
Bare with us a moment in the sun, wearing cloth of many

And due call, to a worthier shoulder
Known this way and that, the curiosity of what was a nod
To the silence we envelop with the clash of shares, somehow older
But now the decency of a good natured kiss, looking where silence ought

Mighty is the name of this tree, saving hidden more
Time in love, with both and the risks of uncertainty
Taken for a liberty we gather, is future with it to assure
Happy is the sincerity of a found friend, with it to show, a tree...

Need to know
A threat in the middle
Of an argument with a mind to blow
Has or has not, the irony I sit, let a reason say little...

Patience for an evening eye
Torrid is nowhere in the same, betting on the name
Of clashes to fast, the space of picking the sigh...
Before the silence has a chance to consume reality for fame

Strange, paranoid, sulking with inner most desire
Redress is nowhere to be found, except in the hands of love...?
Baring the sort's, and the figure of animosity to inquire
Is a relapse of gift's, the only way to get through to you, us...

What is this mystical gift you offer?
A half of simplicity in the known, to take the conscience
Of redoubt, to a level in the score, of wielding the sight of a lover
With a risk for issue, that is the thread of dismay, we practice for ends

See the coming hope of answer's, we know to be...
Them and self, to recreate a voice from needs, and nothing
But the irony you suggest, is a glance at what we deem
Is the privilege of concern for actuality, to begin here with means?

Hell, says a voice that knew the course of a phantom's ship
Habit and craving the sound of particular's to share a creed
See the honor of proof of honor being, the succor we fit
Into a pocket of days, dreams we seem and affluency yearned to lead...

Keep me
Stone and favor, the laugh of times
We found the world a sharing home, energy's
We know can and do, the pout's of reality, that weigh heavy trying

Keep meant
Like a savior of distance and forte, with the impossible to taste
A requirement of simple focus, a history to glean
The stoic and the risk of coming light, that is our superior haste

Keep meandering
Hello for a solemn tow, we season with love?
Truer by a callous here and now, nor the salt of wandering
Wonder with me a silent house, with no passion to eat, thus

Keep mentioning
Rise and patience in lover's grasp
Selection to fulfil a role we know, intending
The appearance of a host, with reason's to ask?

Keep reminding
Me of a new wind in the eaves of able
Torrid was a fascination to excel at land and timeliness
That came for ever, the question we still keep, to heal...

Place of blown minds?
Loft and creed in doubt, to never fail?
In how and who'm is a relationship to wind
Up in a crass tussle with a remote chance at, well...?

The privilege of none, speaking...
Here is a rage for phrases and terms in a lion's share
To simplify a fate, the knowing of wealth we are reaching
For, curiosity's and virtue's in same, if not despair...

What does this have to do with a blown mind?
The fight you are about to have, with a sour idea
Made in the care and fortitude of real enough emphasis and time
To share the candor of silences for a digression into mercy, majority and me...?

Anything else before I inherit a bruise?
Yes, the sound of your voice, where a lover has a call
To know a tastes treasure and a lucid youth
Does this mean we are a tribute in the open, hearing the risk of all?

Ask again, who did what...
And know a fear in the thanks and issue of a family to save
The notion of courage and distance to exact hope in the fame of love?
Are we still the neglect of posing life's question, or is a rued thought ours to name?

Don't try it as yet, for your love is a handsome aren't...
In the midst's of composure and the mystique of passion to come
Won't the clever be, the same we know or the count of shame, by far
Be a recognized kiss in the dread we have for each other, or, are we simply talking about home?

Too positive for an original answer?
See the name of potential become the rise of possibility
Let with the rhyme and reason of presence, to have the music to serve...
A history of seldom to views of every day call to us, a richer patience for what is our, shrewdness's hospitality?

Panic we never saw?
The rhyme and the threshold oft diffuse
Claim and its utterance, the curiosity of odd?
The remnancy of a cold shine, in the strength's mar, coming soon

For a telephone about to ring...
Total's of virtue we pace, and wonder
Is a language in the fore, a host of saving
In a climate of vision we never knew, except all's to ponder

The rise of the land, into a marvel presumed
To be ours, the taint or the thought of common need
Decency in it's work's, seemingly a host of couth
We sought for a drama to decide, if a friendship is to lead?

Many more, simplicity's than order...
Ought in the background voice, that was a silence
To its name and biding, for we know you, a true query
Time is an adding house, that has relived a panicked chance?

Why?
Didn't you notice the tried lip of liberty ensconced, by a train
Of thought, taken to extreme, as if a language of thunder and onuses try...
Passage of reason into the realm of vicinity's can't, to seem lamed...?

Try this:
A fish in the meadow sunning for a wish, has no time to stare
Because a friend gifted with misogyny, is a world onto bliss...
Not much of a joke, but the call to happiness would be yours, to be fair

Speed?
And a whole drink of water, in the few of the night?
Lent to resolves adage, and a rue of visit to a colossal key
Making a promise to seldom, are we still that kiss, as if guile has a right?