Touring

As time were spent upon thee, not concur from some ungrateful attitude, some slur, and then regret, my known in thy demur, I would but think, why did I find occur in thy occurrence, why this track impure! With reasoning intact, I asked for cure of all thy reasoning's slack, of its obscure, demeaning of conditions not my stir. As headstrong empathy, no thought's conserve and restless with some seeking, no reserve! No grasp to grant concurrence, no observe, no evening's inference, no unswerve. Between us, some referral looks for nerve, approaching as rehearsal might preserve. We are the least approving of our verve! That walk-on of indenture, of deserve, no idol with its longing can endure in grace, outside of luring some evade. Away from Thee, truth's hurrying might replace, that promise of true love, God's touring base!