O mellifluous voice
Thoughts as mist eddying around my being
Diaphanous musings do I feel
Full.
Vituperative!
But a prescient warning!
An aberration of myself,
And you, O voice,
Nestled down inside my breast
Tucked away,
Warm and content
My heart knows no greater pleasure
Than to be one with you,
O Angel,
O Voice,
O Peace be mine
Heard in a reiterative beat.
I am one with you
My prescience
Of your irascible presence.
In time I sing a song with spirit
For a longing so near it
That the pleasures they possess
In here increase in flesh
Love to bring my days with ease
All ways to please
By your charms
Unless you save me in your arms.
But my heart is worn
By your woeful scorn
I shall perish at thy breast
For I can no longer
Feel comfort in my rest.
When I am free
Where'er I do fly
I am beneath so far,
Mine soul does cry.
All is lost
Joy ephemeral
O gone is my bliss
With sorrow I do kiss
Your timorous being.
Disgorge my overflowing heart
As such can I never salvage
My efflorescent mind.
But then my blissful soul you prove
Pleasures and pain you move.
O pity me
If by constant tenderness
Ah! Cruel evening breeze
Which made me freeze!
Sorrow is my friend
Sleeping there at my end
Never wanting for a parting sigh
I fall and softly die.
Not all my torments
