sonnet Once young and naive

Once young and naive on trysts I did adore
We strolled in beautiful dells dales and hills
We tripped on roots we fell on forest floor
We slipped on river rocks we skipped in rills
Youre back unharmed a hero held if saddle sore
A knight who gallops gallantly and kills
Your scion is sliced a solid share and more
And my hurt heart with trepidation fills
Your cememeole thrummed lilts like a lute
You chant of chaste affairs of nuzzled nooks
Of steel swords hocked of wooden shepherds crooks
I wonder if I could embrace a brute?
Your timbre is deep you talk a foreign tongue
If prodded not as if Ive pierced your lung

Chorus tongue argot language