Deepest expressions of my up most aching heart.

What if the light beyond the walls consists of his blue eyes

Would the darkness win, as I come to my demise

What sort me here in contemplation, the rose the dove and the lioness

I have this longing and an aching, an up most heart distressed

For all they ways he loved me true , that faulse applauding additional love

Had he sort me out in vanity And repositioned me to shove

What sort of heart has he to banish, what called the nightingale to sing a tune

He murdered love for all the taking beneath That silver moon

What may come applied by stars, the night can keep my sorrowing cries

And build within the walls a monumental poise , those blue contentious eyes

For all the love that amounted In times forsaken love affair

The heart may take the battle freely and walk that wretched air

For only in my deepest ponder May come and go with soft discord

He loved me lesser than the night, in boundaries for the cord

And so to thread that little heart, with cotton note of loves great limb

I come to separate our souls And take my love from him.