One need not even attempt to comprehend
The countless hours I spend
Of my lovely time
Engraving us into a rhyme,
But perhaps they will understand this,
A far cry from our revelry, our bliss,
For this distance makes my well-tempered mind insane,
Not even I can describe the intangible pain,
It pierces my heart
As an arrow does a hart,
And leaves me in a dreadful blight,
And taunts boldly my sacred night,
Without your precious, divine blue eyes
My world eats its spine, a certain demise,
The lack of your radiant smile,
As angelic as can be, even my mind it does beguile,
Its absence is felt most immensely
And my soul wails intensely,
When your voice not graces my deprived ears,
I am faced with one of my few fears,
Unlike the poetry of Sir Byron,
Your most glamorous voice, luring my soul like a siren,
Yet, you lure me not to a state of disgrace,
You lead me to a truly heavenly place,
However, 'tis not so on on this day
Here I am, wishing for your beautiful ray,
Too long has it been since I've felt glee,
Too long has it been since you've felt me,
In your serene arms,
Perishing all my alms,
With a single embrace it is done,
Oh, how I thank the Lord that you are my one,
My only
Yes you solely
Have myself captivated
How I wish these many miles decapitated,
For they bring me great sorrow,
I sleep to bring faster the 'morrow,
Then I wake again to cry aloud,
And attempt to use my mind that's nigh profound,
To understand this I'll fortune,
That befalls me, the one who courts you,
I, in a woeful state, truly berate
This abominable distance, that by fate, our souls doth separate.