Concern

With separation's grind, concern, concern - Oh love, that symbol ne'er defer my heart, a roadblock of consign, a place adjourn where boasting hits the line of no return! Your stare against my grace, felt ominously my fear of passive spent, availed the ides, once free. What temper can I shake, would it be me acquitting some lifestyle I didn't see! My eyes closed hence, I bore some coveting of thy nonsense, but gathered not for fee. Thee fooled me not, my Love, nor solemnly did I expect to come again to Thee. Nor quiet moment grace to so abide within thy heart and will by love's true stride. As ignorance so weathering with neglect some falsehood putting forth its tuned respect. Destroying faith some gentle spurious claim, my love not find away from me, its aim!