The Theme That Compels Me, Lovely You

These lines I write cannot go unrehearsed
reciting to the image that I knew
this voice that shakes exemplifies my verse
and the theme that compels me, lovely you.
Words denied the magnificence of sight
foraging like a creature half sustained
dreams that rage unremembered in the night
awaken with a passion unrestrained.
When the ways of pride acted as my host
performing on the platform of pretense
love cheered on with a brittle bumbling toast
shattered by what it feigned to represent.
Oft I repeat and memorize these lines
when my words filled then destroyed your angelic mind.