Agony
Mercy have me for I pain this day
My love angel awaits my coming
As soft and gentle as a midsummer's breeze
As fragrant as a rose in vernal air
Lovely is the flower that I alone may pick
Without thorn or nettle
To be away is eternal damnation
My love lives for naught but she
And my soul bleeds without her
Perchance to dream this day I rest
That my angel may enter my heart and mind
And take me to her place
This love keepeth me
And my day is dark no more
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