Ice time

Throughout the display of vulnerability,
I seek retribution.
That to love is let me be loved.
To cherish the thought.
To be provided with favoring gods will.
I can rejoice in the fact life gives!
The very loving nature of mine.
To talk and become reconciled.
To believe is. . .
nothing of a narcissist-belief.
I have an appetite for wisdom,
which I only desired owned.
What have you dismissed?
A thought hanging on clothes lines,
like finger paintings hang off the
clothes pin attached.
Like thoughts turning into jelly.
Doctor gave me these orders.
The doctor not the blame of it.
I have been loved.
That a priori.