Surrounded and distracted to a fault
the mayhem of your love strenuates me
I abrogate my feelings towards you not
to wound you only wherefore I may breathe.
Petulant indignation on your brow
is lovelier than that tiresome doting kiss
And now I venture towards things unallowed;
previous to this day I, you would miss,
so dreadfully it seemed a very sin
that I should with my friends enjoy a night.
You doubtless lay awake and cry within-
this image from my mind I cannot fight
I drink until I blackout at your door
requiring the verve of your love's ardor.