by Victoria Anne Wolf Eila
O’ Fair heart, you leave me now
My heart shall beat more.
My stance will be a dead like form
For, I have nothing to live for.
Until you come back, my soul is barren.
O’ Dear love, I hunger now.
My skin trembles for your touch,
My lips cry for your kiss
For, I miss your gentleness.
Until you come back my heart is broken.
O’ Sweet angel, this is the end.
My heart no longer beats,
My soul has finally broken.
I now lay here dying
For, you have not come back.
O’ False hope, you have taken me in.
My heart was so weak,
My soul so taking.
You made my heart beat and my soul full...
Why have you tricked me so?