Love's Confession

Earmarked confusion, thee as my content of elsewhere, did I go, inspire ~ suggest my own derivative of poll, my heart's inquest was faulting as my own, and thee repress! So, joy the ultimate of truth were test I could but score eternal if duress were limited to my faith, while others pressed ~ ne'er so, my hope was fallen, not in quest! And so the matter, callings, gave me blest it were the definition of all else, at best before that I was lost and sullen, lest so in thy eye, dear soul, what could confess? It were rhetorical concern, life's taught excess I did not know my sin, 'til so addressed by now, with failing atrophy's express ~ I did not know thee, Lord, I could not rest! The moment's truth from knowing thee as guest, is thus the knowing's symbol, not impress and what was lacking prior to arrest was ignorance of hope, it's wholeness wrest ~ Not tithing of all mercy, truth's compressed but filled with heaven's serving . . . love's conquest!