My eyes are swollen shut from this endless weeping sorrow,
Knowing I was fake just for fun, mouth so dry I cannot swallow, tears shed from this selfishness enough for someone to drown, I picture in my mind how weak I became with a face of frown,
I rest my head in my arm knowing it is the end, No one deserve to be broken... stuck with nothing left to mend.
Where we dwell, in holiest bowers, Where angels of light thinking I'm the slower,
Where sighs of devotion and breathings of your sun flowers...
O god, I'm in heaven ... Do not disturb the calm of Lover, It well might deceive such hearts as ours.
Love stood near the shore in silent leaves the cloud fight the tour with wandering wings, and wounding eyes...
Love now warms thee, waking and sleeping, for he tinges the heavenly fount with his weeping..... Love is the Saint enshrined in thy breast and angels themselves would admit such a guest, for there will be a time. To saw what was harvest.
In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin.... When we live in a bright beaming world of our own, and the light that surrounds us is all from within;
O... believe me, in that happy time we can love, as in hours of less transport we may, of our smiles, of our hopes.. But affection is truest when these fade away.
When we see the first glory of youth pass us by, like a leaf on the stream that will never return, when our cup, which had sparkled with pleasure so high, then.... , then in the time when affection holds sway, with a depth and a tenderness joy never knew love like that way, and among pleasures, is faith as they, for the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.
In climes full of sunshine, though splendid the flowers, the cloud and the mist of our own mind of showers
That call the rich spirit of fragrancy forth.... So it is not 'mid splendour, prosperity, mirth,
That the depth of Love's generous spirit appears when the soul of its sweetness is drawn ... Drawn out by tears.
