Patient As Could If Front Is Can't, Back

toes that know you
a dance with history, honor on tongues
to sweep or sweet, the tale of who
is meant for the stir of ages commune in love

totals of shame, to rhyme with a black night
the crease of destiny in our means, the times
of virtue for a new gaze, of risen habits of shied
themselves to our sincerity, to these walking eyes

appreciation for the now, the taste
of climate and the sight of rights kept, found
in the driven moments until we know, with haste
the climbing day, collected from hands of straying, howed

penny pounces, pretty pounds
their to either, the still of breath wrys
panic in the burden, panic in the dimness of shrouds
simplicity to fend for your hath, took with the mine to pride

learning to dance
pact of avarice in our knee's, to remember the dread
of solutions in guile, that can grace us with means lends
a sharing passion that comes to these for your is...