Acrostic

Lost and lonely in a world not our own, i nearly lost faith
In a tourch of silk tenderness, you found the heart you own
Now i cannot sail through day or night on my own
Cold, warm or hot, nothing works, so all gets blown
Oscilliated and disturbed till my mind gets to own
Lucious imageries of your smile and dignity with a swagger so its own
Nostalgic, your scents gets me all day for your touch restorted my faith

Rowing down stream is easy not rosy
On an upstream trend a man needs streangth and hope
But the two are today dismal, tight is the rope
Every day without end you cheer me through a field so greasy
Round the field you are my go-go cheer leader and i so hope
To these, i will live to your expectations and hope

On my marks, i am ready for your love
My heart craves for your allure tipified by the Zanzibarian clove
On my marks, i am ready but can't, won't leave
Grim or grin dims not our star above
In life, Roosvelt had Eleanor, i bet he still does up above