Love shant thy adoration
be admiration
and sorrow's usurpation?
Lest the Angel I kiss
be of mirth of her bliss
and to pray
of happiness, a soul 
of warmliness 
that hath blessed
as caressed
away from the hue 
of the spiritual blue
and exorcise the tortured affliction 
set forth in her sensual addcition
those lips and eyes possessing 
the melancholic tribulation
that shalt be lt go, thy muse 
how bright is thine glow!!!!
The sun dims to her so! 
Engross the halls where memories go 
and gossamered ghosts flow 
and her haunting voice shatters the scattered 
remnants in the nights our souls traveled slow 
and never more I have casted it a shore 
and in blunder where her wonder I am but a disease
and a plague as she the balm for the malady of 
the soul, transformed that I let go and never be rid the 
melancholic sorrow, forgive as I have sinned 
in darkness never grinned as the rain falls
and rinses the sin that will never go even as I love her so.