Ode on Silent Feelings

The room in which I sit alone Fills with silence and words of books, A trance like state,in sleep zone Led a lonely life that not looks. Every fair-friend can tell me How she loyal is,doubt not But that I see (deceit) never flee, Every story stores its own plot. Called that I'm half-minded Thought right some mistakes inside Yet,try to secure that near faded, Live a lonely-yoke life with chide. I'm declared by lovilest whimsical Don't complain on that declartion, Different from others it's typical But not at much to separation.