To wish for love, to be brand new
to dismiss each tongue as untrue,
No pleasures likeness should make move
To live with me, and I thy love.

Time drives the flocks yet I the field;
Adroit with cloth, the cold we shield.
The Nightingales again can sing
For Tereus no more's thy king.

The wilted roses I'd replace
To wake upon thy winters face
And see thy morning smile creep
Mine eyes subside but soon shall sleep.

Though no longer, we once were young
And cared for things that now are dumb
Like fine flowers referencing fires
Or the fading of all desires.

I once saw you and burned inside
When the strength of youth did reside;
No pleasure of youth could you approve,
Nor living with me thy heart move.

I see you now Unfaded Nymph
And mine own heart as young unstiff,
But no pleasure shared would make move
To live with me, would life improve?

Disdain for you I felt inside my heart
To love, just was a dream, a fantasy
Reality had made just like an art
It rips apart my soul, my sanity.
The heavy cloud above my head draws close
I sleep, for love is not a dream I’ve dreamt
We wait till dawn may come, when love arose
For love, but quick, to hell, I have decent
The fog that builds around the world grows more
Yet still, we see the light in hearts a Few
The light that moves from soul to soul, the core
And like the plague, the thing infects me too
So once I see my one true love, come near
The life, I live, will once again be clear.