You Were Juggling With My Feelings,

You were juggling with my feelings, and my soul got abrasions. Giddy gambols, the inflicter suddenly made me corageouos. What a pell mell were these gambols! Wreaking pain and irritation, They were ethereal sometimes, with no rascal's stipulation. Sometimes so afraid of gallows So jocosely and waggish, But your pinafore and damsel so ensnaring and lavish! And your auspice was auspicious. From your warbler's song I staggered. But I was above suspicions. Pardon me - I was a laggard. Clawed the pouch with your poem as a thing of vast importance. Hoped to rise to you so close, but you sneezed and made me crawl. And since Dickens is our teacher - In his words I pour heart out. We will not trade in our nature, Since our love is so rampant.