And in the midst of absence of the light of day...
My woeful heart, it's music start play...
a song of patience not yet learned,
a song of love, for which is yearned

A hand around the veins surrounds,
***** into fists, and feel it pounds
A breath is stolen from thy lips
and blows thy mind through many a treetop tips

what eyes have seen they shalt now desire
with a passion that burns with impulse, Aphrodite's fire
but what heart hath yearned, but never learned
it seeks to master, broken and burned

And in between all , jealousy lies
Between the love and angry lies
A human soul with desire lies
His woeful heart, withers and dies