Mistakes

Memory, the boundary that still repeats like deafening juries, begging for replete. So trapped with trapping, filing incomplete - remember me, not sad, but loving sweet! As I remember thee, that prince conduit, a charge that voltage fondly, I did meet, and timing's wonder, given to discreet, a searching's thunder, winsome sounding beat. That fear asunder, taking up my feet away, that I mistake not thy own street. Thy entity, thy worth's selfless entreat, as to another, I might want defeat! Do weigh my faith, restrictive and not brave, forgiveness is the altar's real slave, and yet the vestige, yet the whole enclave - Mistakes not blunder, trust like truth, not rave. But learning's risk, my faultful heart's own save ... mistakes encumber, under Thy soul's knave!