Analysis of Unwise

O my poesy! Thy tip coos as Koel.
Thou my doting doses of vintage;
Thou art the dulcimer of my dreams
When I streak thou on the argent leaves,
Thy strings sway my thoughts and panache.
Oft truh' exotic voyages and core of silhouette.
Thy harmony, the zephyr spread the seed of nascent.
When I ponder in Sehnsucht and burried under lachrymal,
Thy meandering rivers mizzle from the skyline
That flurry of snow screeching in my mind.
Again thru' eldritch voyages and barren moors.
While i felt firm, thy arms blanket my brain.

O acushla bard! The words like beads, thou quill as forms
Thou rule the skies and clouds and I the tale of thy reign
Years were antiqued and I still rein the hours,
O Virtuoso! Thy rhyme spring me high
Mine voice though subtle never mounts the taint
To grant the gratitude, my minstrels will roar me aloud.
Humane eyes and brainless brains, thou carved mine,
O awed poetry! I penned of myself
I praise mine visage renting all my senses away!
But thy thoughts always urge me to think,
Thy pantoums and poesies art thy praises.

O the pulse of my artful mind! I could hear thy minstrels.
Scribbling with salty and spicy fringes inks on white leaves,
Nay tis is not the only choice to expell
Tis a sequel that sweeps my mind, as rabid but a still desire.
I kiss the stars everytime the readers run on thy contour;
I thrive every sky when red ink encircle their idol lines.
Thou the brain of mine crumpet, thou shalt load mine art;
Thou art the legacy of my life, an epic of my armour;
Thru' the ivory varnish of mine toggery, thou art the spotlight.
Thus glide mine quill of words far to the demon's heath,
And plunge with thy chattel of beads to angel's mount.

O my Lord! Thine ballad a word of the day, thou ensured.
Thy chords shalt rhyme and reign the triumph;
Thy words spring with sprouts that knock each human door;
And I shalt coo thy son, a day the world is green,
As a sphere with mundane garth of the mindless men.
Shall exult thy sacred pen and celebrate the days bygone.
Let thy noble ink walk on every shores in midst of souls unwise,
And a day thy noetic fire shalt burn the Satan.
Thy soul In the throne of heaven must rejoice and rapture;
Embolden mine vehement and abysmal deeds on earth
And thy soul spark as stellar fleck at the lunar sky..