What light from yonder window break
that casts such shadows or' my heart
Causing each beat to softly ache
and pain to gently stop... and start
If by that light her figures stand
and blow to me but one pure kiss
from tender lips and out stretched hand
would this poor heart know loves true bliss
Beyond the morn the empty day
that tears the very breath from me
in empty sighs of such dismay
and binds my heart in misery
The afternoon brings no respite
nor ease the tearing at my soul
my only comfort is the night
when by her light I am made whole
By shadow hid and shadow kept
beyond the fall of her hearts light
mine eyes the morning dew hath wept
and drown the stars and moon at night
By tear drops quenched the rising Sun
replaced with these... my burning eyes
that forms the streams and rivers run
soft sung in midnight lullabies
If but this ground could open up
and swallow whole my all and pain
then I would poison from this cup
react his love and die again
For I am not her Romeo
though I would have fair Juliet
and so as night once more I go
May night forgive
and
pray forget.
Let the bard take all due credit
for the pain of love and loss
for was he not the one that said it
tis better to have loved and lost