Urge of Recompense

by Sir Titus Llewellyn, unpublished

Book ii - Bouquet with Love

Add too, to he whoever fills with glee

swift motions time allows how mystery

event's itself as humble laid what fate

arrives at this tummult, commotions some,

to say that the ideal that brought us close

confuses me, that somehow love had died;

when all the time, your grace and softer pose

initiated silence, and it shows!

a morbid thought recovers all of those.

I wondered what it would be like to know,

How brief the said affair was turning brow!

convinced me these surrounding vibes immense

what swift and bitter sweet enjoyments fence. 

Come feel, what sudden urges have despensed,

That any man who found, enjoyed it too!

For I, who have no wealth has found it halved

by loving all I can - and all I do

is swoon around with jealousy for boast,

an avid friend complaining like I do!

But talent was the downful to this host

an independant nature frowned upon

that nature all to fraught had put it on.

Adoring you has brought about transfixt,

a place that planned a wherabouts albeit

the gloom and doom asylums seem to hate

tormenting what it is to summon mixed,

an attitude to ward off this berate!

How could a sleepless night, be to ignore  

The residue, awareness one should cease,

as morning seems like night to usher down

the curtains wide, announce on their release

into the mere contempt of ones' I own

adoring you much more than did before.

My thunders drift into an interlude

of distributed fears of losing what

I had - believing now as having not;

a lot of idle thoughts I do conclude.

How richly was it won, that greets a girl

possessed within the voice, sheer apparel

the journey she must take as consignor,

relieves me such as trust was gained before.

  
Though heaps of praise as those whose hopes are slain

Nor aught the mere supply from such reward

So scarce, it's almost hard to think it would

be modest by denote, that once again,

the loneliness succumbs to those it should! 

Yet he and those forementioned far beneath

concoct the idle chit-chats of the mind

by reminiscing what it was, to find

an awful lot in common! So much grief!

For being in my life, had it dissolved,

the woes and innuendos spoken for

and triggered the eruptions by the score

that in between, a love affair evolved.