I loved too deep my Love to keep, but now we're torn asunder.
Can't help myself, can't stem the wealth of love that roars it's thunder.
Must give it all and then recall the joys of long lost past.
Why is it gone? Why dwell upon the sweetest thoughts enmassed? I'm in a whirl and can't unfurl the thinking of this lass,
Yet when I fall she takes my all to scatter where she pass.
Wish that she could think of me in a different frame of mind.
What is the cost or would be lost? Better still