Analysis of Blest pure of old in heart

I acted a gourmand kifing  pure golds,
the Mauled  hold caused me comatose,
Like an autumn leaf knitted and tightened,
Or a sowl flawless unto which a flèche thrown,
I beseemed a macabre and later twirled a cadaver.

Some mornings rise laited my iland,
Mouled with the auntient pulchritude,
When in age I was sixth reaching seaven,
Earth so serene and moonglade on waters,
Sugared--- the past memories I  reminisced.

Lacking not joys and to turmoil we're uncouth  ,
Our father toiling daily and mom coiling around,
Now they are thawing of weariness with gray hairs,
So their strife shall be honored with the person I am,
forwhy they pour dulcet nutella on our awe sour tongues.

On many neeght's my back I rest on sopha,
when luxated and ganched from a pinnacle,
Like a stoic louned and entwined in disguise,
Downed by the poised burden relative on my back,
May blessings be the company of our parents forever.