Repairing my tortured soul

In the morning, I am waking

My heart, terribly aching

Due to present life, I'm making

Missing the touch, of my lovely maiden

My tormented heart, is forsaken

Wayward thoughts, I am feeling

As I pray, slowly kneeling

Pleading for, miraculous healing

To doctor, my terrible being

Solution, flashing quite brightly

Ever so slightly

Repairing, my tortured soul

Allowing my love, to suddenly grow