Arrested my thinking, with thoughts on the side.

The sentiment now shrinking, the trust I confide.

Now groaning I thrust to abate this new shield.

That robs me of love and steals my appeal.



Stir gently the waters, the rapids of bliss.

Wade on through the moment that brought us to this.

Confess I that all may be ethereally bound

Nostalgia emits it's sweet fragrance renowned.



Trudge on with the aim that removes my affection.

My thoughts crude discourse from your blatant deflection.

Accept this sensation? Desire it with care...

Give in or move on....what grievances rare.