• Why art thou out of my reach and away?
    Why does thy temptress of time sneer at us?
    She laughs, she cries, all the while I am fey.
    Dark brown eyes are no more, neither discuss.

    If so far, why does my mind still think
    Of thee and nothing but thee? Beating heart.
    Without you I feel insane, near the brink
    Of insanity, nothing but a dart.

    My mind is clear, my mind is blank, forever.
    Nor can I remember what thy portray.
    It is locked away from you, now and never
    Will I give you another rose bouquet.

    Life will grow, time will forget, day and night.
    You are never gone as long as I write.