THE WRITE PILL TO LOVE

DANCING DISTANCES

O,fairest love
How shall I feel thee near,
If thou art absent,
And I cannot see thee here.
How shall I speak to thee,
If you're
Not there to lend a ear.

Words of old
Do bring me sorrow,
And make my tears cold
For in every hour,ice I weep.
How shall I slumber
Through the dark
Of night,
If knowing doth rob me of
Tomorrow's delight

And how shall I bid
Thee adieu my love,
If then shall I never
breathe Again.
In darkest shadows,
I do search for thee,
Yet find naught but the echoes of thy memory

Tis a heavy burden my heart
Doth bear,
As tears like summer's
Rain do fall
And none can share.

In this bleak world,
I wander lost and alone,
Like the homeless in need of a place to call home
With naught but
Griefs dark whisper as my guide
No solace finds me,voices of
Screams do hide
For in thy absence,
Such love goes in vain.

O,fairest rose,thy sweet scent now doth torment me with a sharp pretense,
For in thy beauty,I behold a pain that
Afflicts my heart and will not wane.

This night be my last I do confess,
My tears,they flow in final
Distress,
For all I said,
I do a vow was truth,
And never false hoods we.

I SWEAR TO THEE,
THIS POEM HAND WRIT
SPEAKETH OF LOVE
INNA SIXTEENTH CENTURY.