why does the abut glooms?

what pleasures make me fell so high,

than of my lover's ideal sweetest lies,,

i do believe,as it seemed belated to deny,

for i have loved him outright,and of course his sweetest lies,

and his overawe makes me dumb,

how desperate; my love for you outshines,

what diamonds are precious thorough,

than of my eccentric love i owe,

unsought ample of dearest love blooms,

but why does the abut glooms?,

without consent from my life you vacate,

therfore the haze call into being heartache