I Fail To Conceive Poem by St Ajay Mev

I fail to conceive, art so treacherous;
Closed book, yet to be open.
More I deserve to come up,
Dwindle in the past, distinct point.

Let me discern as if I state;
Carry off wishes and call off
All promises, swore mid ocean
Valley of feelings O' Psyche.

Fair your art; Nevertheless unconquered
Striking charm though Law-more bent.
Still calm down at this juncture,
Ever be with intimate love so far.

Lack of visions hardens the path;
You still be my dearest beloved.
Gallery of flowers may be deemed,
Now we have to be lastly repent.