Secretly i got caught by love's bait,
Waves of love pervade my heart in haste,
Worldy worries have stolen my rebates,
I'm barely eighteen, should I call this fate?
The street is full of my mates,
Decked with beams , bestowed with dates,
I was embroiled to avade the abate,
Now, I'm ready to fondle with the state.
A thousand lamps of pure delight,
Upon a balder lit in my heart so bright,
Petals flamed as dreams at night,
My wreathy days blossoms into limelight.
I'm new in this cataclysm game,
With murderous criticism as aim,
A shamble putting power hawks to shame,
I pray mine come forth with fame.
©loquavert
L