Unspoken.(Summer abstractions)

Thy not feel sorrowed 
For the regrets feel abounding
May the gods have not
For charms doth favour us where the fortune dwells 
Thy still doth feel my liking au fond
For thee felt close to mallow 
Now the gods knew the love to be abound 
To make the sorrows must be an invoiable bond
Alas thy be sorrowed
For the secrets stay not discerned
For the alcohol doth savour the same
And the road ahead pretends unconcerned
Thou must still agree 
To walk thirsty
Heartless lonely does thy feel this crowd
Alas the sorrows still are a harsh heft
Though momentary smiles
Couldn’t help the perennial resents of our cleft
Thy eyes be remembered in my vague memory
Seems knowing the smile is thee
Sweeter to the sugar 
Joys of me that proliferate
 No regrets No resents  
Would I have
For the words left unspoken 
Scads are thee, beaus’ 
Unvexed am I for thee doth reminisce 
For the plight remains broken
Would thou bethink of me?
Would not?
Would thou vindicate my sorrows?
for the time forgives the loathe
Shall not the dolor be mine
And shall nevertheless thy relevating infatuation would I still quoth 
Would not?