Have I but breath to whisper thy name
Or mould thy features in the winds of time
Hath love now branded upon my brain
Passions excess in thoughts sublime
Each breath a torment that we're apart
Thy touch so soft upon the skin
The gentle pounding of the heart
Belies the love that's held within.
Upon the morrow these eyes may see
That which is deemed as something shallow
A vacant space on sheets of cream
On scented air of melted tallow.