To the left one ( & to the reason)

Nothing happened to me, O beauty;
Why your eyes search for me these days?
Don't worry 'bout my past as it says,
"I, one who took away his sufferings, forgive him,"
Tipsily wavering went away at last.

The reason, I can't help, renews every night,
With the old scent. O my erudite,
Albeit, I smiled, faked for you,
Apologizing here I am buttressing you.
Know this; I am used to sue virtue,
Upon the water, the grasslands, the hills, the bays.
Abettor, mot juste, with those eyes which ne'er stays,
You may become; the very first aside my made newest rim.
(The reasons) They lie the next breeze to toss the mast.

Author's Note

this one's an experimental... grantedly i accept my failure
well.. i did it for that rhyme scheme