Stop

The reigning monarch's hammered earth, my foot upon controlling girth nature alone encircles worth as I go on to capture hurt! Oh stop, the chiding from the Church the fault deriding my sake's birth the fool abiding in the lurch does mock it all, while I research! Oh stop the hour, but yet occur my soul's fate's prism, without slur and stop those moments when you were my truest love, without demur! That snow that melteth down the stream doth barter not but by degree and shares its focus merrily then also stop ~ the poet's fee must focus rhyme . . . eternally!