What, O my heart, troubles you so,
That binds you up and won’t let go.
Causes, your cares for you to throw,
Yet leaves you feeling quite so low?
Trust? Tell me, does it make sense
To cast off your fears from hence
TO give your heart away ere since
And further without any recompense?
Do you think you can receive love
As oft as given by you, my dove
When all it gives is you a shove?
Many better things I can think of.
You love, tis this much too true
And oft leaves you sad and blue
More worries than a scant few
Falling from your face like dew.
Who is it that you cry for my dear
And leaves you shaken full of fear
And warns you to run from here
Makes you not to think so clear?
Farewell, my love, blessings be thing
The time has come to leave all behind
Our moment was sweet and kind
And shall never leave my mind.
April 23, 2015