In My Broken Cottage I Feel .

I would have never written this ,-said my mistress ,
For if I did not live in Fool's paradise ,-I missed .
Missed my present reality ,-as in forloned blinds ,
I share my memories , as intoxicated wine .

I got enamored , turned romantic , and had flight ,
In castle-white , Island-wide , hilly-ridge ,-noctroul night ,
All those were moment's ascending , to mitigate my plight .
In companion's rage , on mid-way bridge , crescendo to ,
Catastrophe -bright , fall and rise , -shadows glimmering .

Your assurance , and humble -credit , neglected my ignorance ,
My forests inmates ,-in day's delight functioned wild-night .
Clamored they , as sparrow , c*cks , hens ,-in wings' delight ,
And my me never looked back ,-steady waning of youth's might .

Now they are gone , as my vocation is boarder nearing ,
And you still are waiting , with your boat and treasure ,
To take me to your sunny Island , and make love ,
By cleaning rusts , the way's dust ,-as ever yours .

These I would have never written ,
And surely could not , I believe ,
For in my broken cottage I feel ,
Your silent -step , and anchored sail .