This heart of mine

Hathe thou coincided with lonely nights where no apparent moon would shine, 

And darker depths such love evolves for only such
a time
A monumental love excites,  the blushing roses bloom,

And little none but form the star's
A night as sweet to gloom,
Hath thou seen the hollows of darkness,  in a tomb or
Caskets row,

Tied up in misadventure then where love it could not go,
Nor grow against the light therfore 
It withers by design,

As many men would love thee true 
But halt the heart of mine.