Enthrall me anew, dove

I couldn't resist from not writing a poem. And also; I didn't want to produce something bulky today. So, here is it:

Enthrall me anew, dove

Why didst thou behold my dark brown casements
with such a brilliant radiance?
Two season had pass'd with starvation of thy figure
O i set no wit with it as my ears
were held gently and danced to thee
Deserting any ill-wicked invisible shadows or
infected souvenirs from passing time
I am but loath to part
Depicting the spot where
two enamoured pigeons would meet anew.