Loves Philosophy Poem by Yohan Confectioner

Into a slumber then I fell
I seemed to see but could not tell
her feature of her fashion
Till now, I just imagine.

Forget the not yet tried attempt,
As I cherish the historic days spent
Why then, so long to pour my soul?
Ive learnt, never to run straight at goal.

So now, all that must fairly enclose
You'll must see how this pleasant fruit grows.
And as you have seen my muted, measured note
You too, to be triumphed, shall use this antidote.