I have never loved before..before you.
Now the mystery, no longer includes me.
The puzzle "seems so delightful", yet I'm blue.
Have the crowns of love, been bestow upon thee,
My features, "thy moulding of my father, with mother's face," how innocence yet youthful, the world to embrace.
Thine own tears woes as a running spring, I've separated the thirst, of a dying transfiguring society.
From birth the God's sing,..." the blending of my likelihood." I bring passion like a cloud of rain on dry land. Can I, can I! Leave this life with pride as a freeman?
Full-grown, 'the spanned pain is an abundance of horror." The memories have enhanced many fears about life. Shall I expand life?...I sing of love and joy.