Of all in there
and unto you
a maden man doth dote upon
a sadden maiden laid a bare
with only undesire
for whom that bell
of love
o lowly timeless melancholy
saturated with a love
that never hath been pure
then why
to they who never love
can seem to hear my cry
I only pour my love lorn tears without a pair of mine
I only pour my inner self
with you
my one true dear
my love
with love
I love
your sweet caress........