Reserved

See, Mon Ami, you're a vital power that heaves a life in her half breath You pierce with sweetness through the sour Weaved in these lines with love she hath Over her mind you constant hover Her mental wants you more than meth In the perigee she abolished all links with earth Abandonment is what she feared So many doubts, it no good can serve Dwelled in her cell can she be freer? Once falling from their bluff to dirt Will she stay rational and clear, In front of someone who's deserving? It's not so easy to fill in reserves When all her inner emptied and teared When werewolf at loony night appeared The beast from birth, shook on unstable turf Trained to be tormented and fermented and burnt And et the end recycled by bacteria