Henry's Woe Poem by john wake

Lover, lover your departure
Is a bloody rapture
Of my vessels

Please, please let your heart to lease,
This vacancy, is it what you please
Or my torment never end?

Sway my way, playing and laying
Sleeping, leaping with the rising
Sun. oh, you my rays,

And although you tasted like a wine
With wisdom in your fermented
Grapes, That said nothing is forever.

Then when we parted,
You easily said goodbye
While, your taste
Twisted and taped
My tongue and stole
A minutes breath from my lungs.

Lover, lover
Please, please
Sway my way
Once the sweetest taste
Now sour that lingers on
My tongue.