Love Stayed Silent-By Tasted Young Breast. Poem by Michael Gale

Death does travel down deeply into my nest...
A resting peace, one welcoming best.
Be ever thy bravely silent...
Mayhaps thy eye is bent as struck.
Perchance-per say-thy brain lies drunk...
Swindled down thy chance to stay.
On behalf of love...
Does not one-regretly say.
I love thee now-or may, as may...
Death do'th unravel-inside thy heart.
Just press thy blade, as unto thou start...
A'frozen'd heart, twas slowly hath start.
Scar'ed by thee...
Well torn apart.
Love swooned silent by a-rrested test...
Tis disloyal'd as sent a'breast.
Bloodied pain inflicts much rain...
Forever such more-the last slated red stain.
Dissappointment depicts, tendered bleakness affront...
Ne'er to settle-ne'er to confront.
Beastly black envy-sends out bad vibes...
Tricked thy woman-blind thy wives.
Twisted weasels, upon thy easels...
Pictured as swarm'd-Reliefe heart's warm'd.
I bid you thee, i bid you pray...
Again you say, forstall this spoiled one day.