Plea Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Weep not, sweet dame, if only I am gone;
Which is far from a slightly likely thought,
Why, but my name at every break of dawn,
Well whisper: hence you'll claim what you've besought!
Some souls do leave and never yet return:
Behind is left a pile of pensiveness,
And endless yearning hearts, with fire yet burn,
And darkened flames, which make no darkness less!
While others go intending not desert:
Perchance in mind augmenting feelings missed;
When reunited then this gush would spurt,
And kiss again what thought to be unkissed!
Weep not, sweet dame, I'm just not here so much,
And ere my name you say you'll feel my touch.