Jealosy and Pain

my forte and my downfall elegant thoughts, parsed perfection effortlessly strung, priceless pearls tailored, fitted, mitered, alliterated craftmanship evident to Medieval guilds perhaps too literal, haloed, overly sincere but you, with your scantily clad jargon middling maudlin untold descriptions how can posies exist needing both water and wine to complete the sacrement sun and rain, imperfection of perfection ability that adds what's missng ruminated thoughts sought, prayed wished, the Holy Grail as yet unfounded oh, my secret brothers, the map reads so easily you who know the ingredients in Merlin's bubbling kettle a bouillabaisse for the chef's nose while I eat cold potatoes