Agonizing

Because you have known, like you look at my agony growing in it. While she looks, at the spark she has caused in the eye of it. As I moan because of what she does and still goes on I am fully spent. And hearing the wind moan through the trees she as well. Bushes camouflage the disturbance of the leaves and still the robin sings too and you do not have to imitate them. The make up each eye with her almond milk that I drink running down to the sea. And full of youth, she preens her green lips glossed, assured. And as for that which with my domestically, I Agonized over what will forever not be. While hearing the song that she sings.