The Death of Love

Lonely are the are the hours when

Your love ticks not, the clock by.

I sleep few moments without

That angelic, lover's lullaby.

I do not dream of you,

For without you, I can't sleep.

I only lie to think of you

And often I do weep.

It pains to love, so unrequited.

I burns the heart with a chill to cry.

My tears, the pains of love have sighted

For without you I wish only to die.

So, love me angle. If your

God be true. Oh, love me demon

O' the devils moor!

Who's hatred disallows to see.

My love is true of that to thee.

Take me reaper, I know not my time.

Without her love, my song shan't rhyme.

Her compassion was my life's composer

And now without her love, I wish my life over.