So, never...
Though a lover
Remember me, overt
The comely sun, as if loves danger

Is a rolling conscience
Time to hold, envy
Is greater by the stone, of presence
Agree, and the lips of decency, will sweeten

Marvel, austere
Taken glimmers of time
With told compassion, still
But fear, is a relationship so trying...

Through and due
Two of vice, saved from glares
We rename hysteria, a climate of you
That when asked, why is love stares...

Answers, the moment we were
Is so around, about and adored
By the very thought of how life is yours
And mine, the soul of when shame is the world...

Needy eyes
Taken to the river of woes
Much more to do, than give the gift of sighs
Endearing behalf, and the risen moments we hold

Interim is such a lover
Made for spare times, to come forward
Thank you, and the silence of we, so overt
The compromise of gaiety, to become a herald of our sorts

Like pasts of wishes we never had
The tale of compassion comes to length, and a fold
Of repression in its done, and exercised hand, so sad
The turn of reason into might, that is worth the hour, in goals

Time meant for us, a lead of cares
With abundance to shape the future
And the common decency to call it a season fair
Will such a challenge be our reward, in the eyes of all purity...?

Oil in love
Sense, staidness, sojourn
Though the honor, in about of
The sake we envoy, is sight we further?

Oil in hate
Sour vice, to take a moments life
To principle vexed, a liberty's sate
Challenged of truth, to take to strife...

Oil in curiosity
Known for solemn age, irony
Is a wakeful wish, to tell lucidity
Caring well, if bells introduce prodigy

Oil in security
Worth one swallow, two hindrances
Causes that bare themselves, a latent fury
Worth to know advances, of what asks of problems...

Oil in shadows
Are we the clash of opposites, owed care?
Though callous was a prayer to fulfil those
The light of conscience, knows freedom to be fair

Oil in light
Simple causes, wishes, to become a might to liberty's fore
Savior's drama if not dilemma, of what is right
And wrong beyond the pale, of what was never, more

Patiently, you
Imagined in a fathomed decency
Welcome in the cope and stunning light, of reach aloof
To tell the story of an age, that has quiet for humanity

Role of a secret lover
Taken to stir and faring hope, the catch of day
On the here and now, the spoil of another utter
Rings and toward smile, a whetted appetite for any?

Cause curious
Today was a fate awakening from a fist
Named so politely, so wished for, a kiss furious
That wishes were made to be have, and neediest...

Call me a ceaseless romantic, the tools of avarice
Are a heady curiosity, come of age
With but the declaration of a filial friendship, might's
Adage, even when morals become the music to face...

Conscience
And the talk of dependency, which fights for every lip
Of loves circumstance, including the guise of outright presence
That has one more step for you to approve, the shadow of pity?

Best
Rued to a fault
Simple chaste, to work its magic, lest
We become a foul step forward, but with a salt

The days grow long
Toward a resolved rainbow
Is a heathen the most, the song?
When lovers find a gait to life and soul

Many nights have passed
Mercy in a frank discussion about reasons
We make for each other, when pride has us to last
The tale of purpose extant, the coming hope of love won

Terror in a clenched fist, some by guarantee's and some to live
With the conscience of slyness afoot, but with courage
Found, in the hold of significance of a heart to give
The truth in a God given, though liberal use of its day

Twain, the sight of complexity to assure the known
We are the call of simplicity in the reach of voice
***, strength, even sincerity to fate a mind blown
With cause and comment weighed for a best's choice

Couth
In the mouth of babes, until the yawn of finesse has atone
Were and still, the common tow, of reigns that complete the youth
Of a misery with no name but the one given a moment, at home

Callous find
Ur, keepers, the tows we insist are due?
Long in the sulk, of a prowess is daunting life...
With significance begun here in lore, love or of late, aloof?

Paper lion's
Almost ready to serve the mystique to you...?
Named upheaval, the carnal cloth, we say by spying
In a relatively finished thought, to clench the deal, of who...

Is a waiting curiosity, in wishes heat and fellow audacity?
The welcome eyes of compatriot's, in our silence, sigh's
They find for the composure of done and duty, the length of civility
But where is our decision to exist let, in the limelight with trying times?

On the flesh, one details a careless whisper?
On the breath, if forced ends to yield, the cold shoulder?
On our behalf, was a colossus of friends, an austerity in danger?
On our way to hell, is a stipend of cares and dares, the only deed older...?

Smell a babe, the culture of play and plain said, safety is a rage
Fighting for weariness, and the done verve we escape from
To seek the better all, allied to a survivor's eyes that failed to age
With since, sake and succinctly seen to live well, without ... them?

Where as I, have the time to establish a lip...
That claims the poise, if not despite yet in the mores we admit
Is a rarity to finish the summing and noting of an affirmation to whit:
A neglecting idea, come who and worldly in few, the harried of a wish that meant what to it...?

Motivation in a warring need, found under a pillow one day:
Indemnity wants a new lover, forth the pride of pain and order
Time with a realer kiss, is but the dote of need's kinder and spate...
With courage's distance to the suggestion it keeps, is a reality hair?

Am I so?
Am I deaf to your wanderings?
Am I done with a forth, a problem to hold?
Am I come with your smile, to finish an idiot's thundering's?

Am I your lover?
Is and ain't, to ask a silly question
The tooth in the belly of the world
Press and see, if I can't learn another song of misery and blessing

Soul, and the defiance of a sulking fist, tomorrow
Is a realer lover, the talk of use and peradventure, to run
And run to nothing more, than a callous shine I borrow
When the call and curse of truer fate, is a wall to our life, only begun

Life with a resounding heat, in the eyes of an open bother
The lift and the still harking count, of who is a reason to find
A relationship with sour, and dare we trifle with a succumbing other
Peace in the stark and risen nature of you, the poise of a prettier time