Victim

My love, annihilation of consign that thee, in aptitude, would frown on mine. While adaptation vaguely draws the line, that narrow thrust so vandalizing time. Lean softly, thee contingent nature's rhyme against my thought, a broaching matters fine, staves holding only once in graces' entwine, foreverness of love, a foul remind. Indemnities research, cruelties ingest preponderance so delivering fatal sign, a faction not allowing heart's impress outnumbers even reason for its crime. So gloating, but for glory of conquest, conviction stalling not this mire's assign, some anger amplifies as in redress, while warring carries on in merit's twine! That bullish aggravate would thee confess, this mulling captive loves thee with design, before thy hand moves to refuel express, admit our love is victim, we its pine!