A Fish of a Find.

Cure me, oh Ill fate art thou,
Take away that doth harshly grate,
Mind blurred into shadows creep
Unexpected pains ne'er sleep
Heart abound in shocking sence
At all around and all in place
Where the heart doth softened beat
Which the blight cleans in stathes meet
Passed on by without catch of eye
As lost a care that matcheth me
Fare thee warning loves duel see
For one who loves there love must be.
Thus trickle meets puddle to birth'ed air bring.