Immortal Love

This deafening atrophy, sameness quest though summiting by sound, I so ingest my frailness, owning not His field of blest! This dropping back, or down, would this suggest I tender the renown, and not regress that in my heart, a frown is even test! How do I speak to thee, in guilt's suggest for it be all around, moral's incest ~ and to lose Holy ground, would seem as lest! I love thee so ~ ne'er knowing, only guess that thee are still unbound, and my love guest, nor own the fate's impound . . . . . . . eternal rest!