Ode To Broker

I grope gossips and chamois if chargrin and sense like there is forlorn and there is gruff and chide oh! if love be a centre of human life and existence why call for cracks and grudges? why profane like a night waves? can it behold to make excuses? to haunt and hallow ever? what contagion is a nightmare contempt? what conspiracy and blue contest? what went wrong last blue? or could it be a factor of woe or foe? or still it be contemporary air to so rely? to seize and hold , ay! to damage? oh! Broker tell me when love has tis become flame? that thou is blind to reason at least to answer imagination suppose there is a trick like there is a supposition suppose there is false and implication to act now, tell me the leaving the unimpaired or the unsuspected for get thanks be to process of law for it could never allow supposed so is a problem of a poised.