Memo In Chord, Moon In Accord

Penetrating the window the moonlight casts onto my desk wheyey cream of gleam Bypassing the door ajar extends afar my reminiscence in wee wisps of waft, Ferreting out your memo and dusting dog-eared pages before sallow lamp shaft, I telepathize myself terrifically to wonder whether you are right in your serene dream weaving the warp and woof of our romance that away from remontant has yet stayed. Gazing at the ink trace set on papers into which condense and crystalize the bygones gooily gaunt, and missing my line of thoughts between the lines from which spill and spread nostalgic titbits that haunt, Could I recover the complete imagery of your sensuous sentimentality from splintery pieces frailly frayed? Should your memo mirrors my heart, the first to fade in my sight would be your eyes glistening in tears. Should my heart hearkens to your memo, ne'er to fade out of your ears, my sweet nothings day and night. anxious to teleport myself before you to get an eyeful o'er you, my eyeful, a fay wanting knight, I set out to indulge both of us into long overdue snuggles and osculations, up for which my everything gears, Only such blue-sky scenario fails to take off, transfixed by the moonlight peeking into the memo so soon, Where would I enshrine your solicitude of old, which seems to seep out of the lines while crooning toward the moon?