Classic Poem

Why this inertia, you ask,
Sensing my mental disorder.
Why don't I finish the task,
Writing a poem to order?

Sensing my mental disorder,
Seeing the way I put off
Writing a poem to order,
I do not wonder you scoff.

Seeing the way I put off,
(Laugh as you will, doubting Thomas)
I do not wonder you scoff —
Yet there's a reason, I promise.

Laugh as you will, doubting Thomas,
I will not ask you to pause.
Yet — there's a reason, I promise —
A god, and a small one's the cause.

I will not ask you to pause
Here in my comfortless hour;
A god, and a small one's the cause —
Yes, you yourself know his power.

Here, in my comfortless hour,
Cupid plays tricks with my voice.
Yes, you yourself know his power,
Only — you've cause to rejoice.

Cupid plays tricks with my voice;
Jeers at the poem's beginning —
Only you've cause to rejoice,
Your love is faithful and winning.

Jeers at the poem's beginning ...
" Why don't I finish the task? "
Your love is faithful and winning.
" Why this inertia? " ... You ask!