Forgetfulness

All bound in love ~ all the goodness I had wrought was still upon the edge the worst that I have fought! The dredge and wondering why, did ask forgetfulness of hurt ~ was such a task! Ne'er seine the diadem of choice that I might alter my true voice an arching, not of destiny, but force the good that still prevails ~ endorse! The fathering of fate, the populus goal while mine, endearment, guides my soul as to the balance ~ intercept the good and evil, both have wept! That joy denounce the evil God has kept my praver in retrospect ~ His care that so arrive within His gate not swear to either ~ too innate! To further vestige, last and without hate while plying love for goodness under-rate, It be forgetfulness that must be weight upon the bridge of time's relate! Where neither binds the fool's abate nor seals up love . . . too tight to mate!