My Pillow Is Wet With Drool And Tears


My heart sank with his visage in sight

In front of my eyes, beautiful and pure

Never fade'd to the blackening night

Too gleaming to be a hidden treasure

For the sake of your story

I have vain attempts to try

To be near your blazing glory

Without tears filling thine eye

Nor my heart thudding too violent

Fore swear it senses of false faith

To see an angel, to me sent

It bears to me too much of wraith

If i would to dare to love what i seen

I'd fear it must only be a dream


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