If I had never met you how sweet the tail ,
the sorrows of love could have kept for another day ?
and no brow of you,re fine face would I have kissed ,
or even embraced .
Or sorrow tell the sunken lips that spoke of my love in anything but
a kiss !
How sweet the tale of another man you embraced and touched as
Only lovers can .
And I have lost you in an orchard dear ,
for the bow you lost was never found here .

The evening now has drawn to a close and the candle light in your,e
boudoir  has not been exposed ,
how long this night alone in my room ,
as I think of you with that buffoon .

Now you know how much I lament the time we met and yet you’re
love wasn’t meant ,
my deepest regret I pray you tell you,r e learned friend that I’m in hell .