Hark, what force formidable of a creature That proceeds thy self is this?
Reckon and wreckin' my heart
Doth not hath resist !
Dawn to Dusk my soul requite,
Waining and waxing far from slumbering relaxed respite.
Ill-fated mine heart was from the start,
That worn it was on thy sleeve everyday,
Forelorned my touchstone ever so frayed,
And so it came to pass,
Time would not erode the memory
Of your gentle smile ever-last.