Limbo

The words I mean to say, the rhyme as thoughts do insurrect, as to divine the love I share, the courage that was mine is often missing what the sense entwines. If I do love you, sometimes hollow twine is all my heart can muster up to line and so the grace that heaven gives in sign is muted by comparison, I find ~ And love tht once did merit grace in kind now errors, as in limbo . . . . . undefined!