the forfeit soul....

Being licentious in the greens with long talking trees whoozing like bees thine's effete inamorato was seized en yet,thine reciprocated to be"the forfeit soul" the relic of pain.. with thine's emotions incongruous the clouds became cantankerous en thou's small body,consumed by the storm.. Thine's confidence I vetoed.... silence then rained like everything existed only in the land of Morpheus my lodestars became insipid... thine's mind vexed till it recalled that...Thus which didest thou..is"the forfeit soul"...