To the mind did I tell I would miss you not,
But the heart, must intervene and rejoice-fully tell,
And conjure failures to let those memories rot,
Speaking truths to the lonesome hours like hell,
And even to the greater prime moments had I forgot.

Two lonesome nights may lonesome waters fall,
And treacherous waves may against the chests,
Yielding greater pains in the mind’s shallow hall.
Falsing the mind to say that he knows best,
That to live without can he do like the past recall.

As without has altered to with in a measly nine,
And now forever do I wish to call you mine.