Oh, why do you doubt me so, Fair Lady, when I'd wait a thousand years to hear you sigh, and die a thousand deaths if one tear you did waste on such an unworthy person as I.
When your tender eyes fell upon me through the garden, I felt my heart die, then resurrect itself to get one last look.
But, I fear you are right, Fair Lady, when you lament that love cannot live but in a perfect world.
But surely…when two hearts are as bound together as ours…love will hold us above this imperfect world, until love, itself, no longer exists.
~ Angela Erin Burke ~
"Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone
I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me."