You used to feel good to me,
To imagine feeling you..
Lost whims of your kiss to be,
The way you touch and all do…
Something more secure of past,
Never truth of love to light…
Light to dim what nothing last,
Not even to mourn a fight…
What point is it a to mourn,
When starved out no more feelings?
What left of lovers to scorn,
Of the lovers lost dealings?
Dare you ask my soul complete,
Where here lost my lover so sweet?