Sonnet - 173 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Perhaps the Favours alien to your Song
Would chance most Sentiments on what should Last
By Trends and Ties the Soul's Prayers bid long
Un-leash most Merriments your Joy would cast
Connections partake, by Mind I assume
Though grill such Pheromones print my Frisk
Parallel to your Smile my Blood's Boil subsume
And pray for your Grace was all I could Risk
Yet, High-Flung thereof my Nostrils beseech
My Stubborn Incarnate your Stamps I paste
When I should Leave and exhibit my Preach
For all my Chantings foregone into waste.
Telly the Mind, that by Heart's Vision gave
Truss your Thighs for Dames else promote a Knave.