A Tale To Whom It Usually Concerns. Poem by NurWilmy Francis

This epilogue could be or is it the uttermost complex and vile.....
So far yet by the side, so bold yet too beautiful to be wasted.....
And if I could hull here a little longer just to be the breath of your life, I would be.....
The vouchsafed that I felt in this was you and I, we both did time and fate.....
For the rest was all literate or deliberate, wasn’t for us to care.....
Haply, like a memoir, I could only remember but never to pretend forgetting you as it will hurt me more than ever...like into oblivion.....
The vulgar proof is that my infirmity lies in you but I’ve to let or set it free be strong as ever even before how I hadn’t known you.....
Not to be told off or said unappreciated of your guidance, your love, your heart, your sincerity, you’re everything to me but it is the manner of a man to be taught and to be delivered or conveyed.....
Nothing of the mendacious I ever not speak of to us.....
In any circumstances or conditions or even situations, which by chance that we, you and I can hold on and live in a fairy tale for a book, which never a child has read, we will be the first to be told.....
For now as I could only have all those sweet retentions in my head, all of them to be the only in grain feelings.....
My dying fall in this tale is to the addendum.....