Sonnet 8 - Dear Love Poem by Vagi Samuel Jnr

Harmonize me that tale of affair we had
Let it perform surgery to my ear drums
Like my fingers that caress the IPad
So, will this music frisk without harm
If I should endeavor in this moment
Thine sensations be demoted then
Adore me as a listener's ornament
For your voice that circles with no end
If ever you cease this unchained flay
Leave me no replying manovoures
Pensions of regret are saved by the day
Like winds of lies hooked on stay overs
Rest me the time that we never spent
Never pardon a story with predicament!