The Theme That Compels Me, Lovely You

These lines I write cannot go unrehearsed reciting to the image that I knew this voice that shakes exemplifies my verse and the theme that compels me, lovely you. Words denied the magnificence of sight foraging like a creature half sustained dreams that rage unremembered in the night awaken with a passion unrestrained. When the ways of pride acted as my host performing on the platform of pretense love cheered on with a brittle bumbling toast shattered by what it feigned to represent. Oft I repeat and memorize these lines when my words filled then destroyed your angelic mind.