Doubting Optimism Poem by Rodion Myshkin

Let me be candid when I say
You've grown into a great friend,
Your voice or wit, unrivalled
Still enlighten my way,
When darkness in my void spills
As language humbly submits to your skills.

To gist Newton's world with awe
Let fall an Apple, did not you?
Daily do my guilt grow
Of the good I did not do,
N submit to the pleasures of illusions
For follies abound, I mutually pardon,
In the best of all possible world's
Let me just, cultivate my garden.