Apologies Poem by Daniel Bowyer

Sorry my love I never meant to wilt that which blooms
That I might drive thee out of reach
But how can I promise an organ that belong to neither you nor me
And, Although I must stay devoted to you, I must stay devoted to my verse
Complete is my admiration, and total is my pledge
But these things that drive me are my truest of loves
No gain hath I by expressing these cogitations
But it is my calling and I must oblige
So torn between my canons and my solid form of love
A battle that I dare not invade
But I hope thee find thy nest at my right hand