I love thee dearly.

Tis with heart felt sorrow, I listen to them speaking

A ground of horror and misery, leaking

Poisoning the earth beneath in pain,

An asylum, turning to stone wall's cold

Such church bells beloved, above

In vain,

Whisper sweet ghost

I'm all ears and heart, my soul

Your soul, to never part ways

I'll hold your aching, speak your fears

Never leaving you abandoned

In fragile, raining tears

Haunted, haunting

Years after years

I'm all heart, and ears

Vanquishing now sincerely

Believe in me, I love thee dearly

Envisioning a world, so beautiful

With you, I now see clearly

Nardine Sanderson 12/06/2016.