Destroy

No bitter cove, so atrophy's employ I wrestle with content, complexion's cloy, the general indication to destroy combat with trials ending ~ in convoy! Ne'er the edge of space that would deploy my sentiment, accepting this feigned rule to kill or not be killed, no infant's toy this registrar of negligence adds the fuel! The teaming of great men, and women's school envisioning some justice from restrain, not only speaking justice, but its tool to love, or not be loved still erstwhile gain! And so I love thee thus, in absence pool eternity's fond grace, a reckoning aim, all fetish, honored, stolen, made a fool as in life's challenges excised with claim! And so I love thee most ~ and so exclaim this poet's license holding heart's impair, as only healing from thy hurt as main I hold my own in righteous truth's own share! . . . thee asking not my premise, I not strain my spirit knows thy freeing . . . my aware!