You jump around from that way on to this
No style of your own, but like an elf
Ingestible iambics entertain
But make an assonance out of yourself

You seem to claim a lover there to be
And bring the rose familiar in your hand
To lightly kiss her cheek, her supple neck
And light desires past your poor command

The fondness that you show must signify
Or fie! unto the fickleness of men
The methods that you choose her might seduce
But bring you back to emptiness again

So, must you do the things you do this way?
Or is random technique its own cachet?