• The all consuming blackness of night,
    Attaches to my ever weary heart.
    So cruel are you to leave and fight;
    To think it best we forever part.
    I shall remember the way we were.
    The bewitchment of my being is never more.
    To never see you again, I do prefer.
    Thoughts of you make me sore.

    Forgive my weakness, for ten years past.
    My heart has misplaced what was given me.
    Heats needed embrace has quicked my hast.
    Promises made; I shall not outlive thee.
    Tho, I grow old my love will not wizen
    Forever I wait, by the horizon.