Soul Of My Mortal Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

Truly, my imagination always clings on thee,
While my eyes keep vigil night o'er nights,
And the heart of mine kept beating tip, tip, tip,
Which does take away the silence in every closest.

Thus take out in the silence of the dark night,
Then kiss me with the kisses of thy mouth;
For thou only amongst many I have loved
And I seek not thy body but thy true love.

My eyes bleed red water for thy long time afar,
My heart keeps beating for thy immunity,
For all of them battle with my emotions
And my mortal made weak for my soul dwelling.

Alas, who will sing for the oneness of my mortal and soul?
O ne'er come such division ‘twixt my soul and mortal;
I bid thee O nightingale, come back to thy cage,
For thou art truly the soul of my mortal.