Emblem

A token, jem or the simplest memory;
The symbol stuck with us forever unruly;
Whithered thy leaves of tine;
An emblem that we call mine.

A ferverent fancy that we adore;
Tunes out the deity of our splendour;
The emblem of sweet divine;
Treasure or savor it all through time.

The savouring flows like sound;
Melody of the ememblems sweet mound;
Fetter sweet chasticity;
In embracing your mark of purity;
I will depose endless toils of paths;
To quench the hurls of wrath;