The Reflection Poem by Reddle Hinheart

That I bring the sigh, I take;
Through the shallows hope and wake
So delivered and withdrawed
That the slope of mountains weeded

Flunt that I must ought remote
Mean the dreams of flaws reject:
Seen you in some spark and wind
Lots and rolling eyes would kind

'Til a joke would I despute
Not revoke and turnings mute;
Been through every beams of cure
Will you honest pluck your dure

Pale was houdered and abuke
Heights and rounds of wintest cheek:
Wean the charts and summest feet
Mind your quiz and surely wit

Ponder but I know the cheat
Like the bolt of brands and flat
Underlying was your days,
I would surely face this blaze

Hey, define and check your list
Members and aloof the break: T
Mean and just to ply the root
I'm the only one who look.