Perfidia In Blank

Just another love poem jotted so arrogantly down on page blotted ink and emotional stink recorded wastefully for my age I could go on about you your grace, face, all of the above-- and below but would these words be true or callous inventions with lewd intentions to make you blush and glow oh sure, romance and dance unjust lust and gypsy wine coil your heart around my words and we'll get along just fine Brazen? Arrogant? Yes, that would be me cast upon my rocks and shore, adore my reverie they're just love poem words Their emptiness would fill the sea.