Wither

"In those days…That art noe more,Moments cherished, from before,When such it was, my one desire,Was only e’er, of thee –But such alas, twas not to be,For thou felt not, the same, for me,Thus in those d..."

"I close my eyes…But wish, to see,Thy visage, which e’er haunteth me,For twas noe secret, how I felt,As I was oft to tell thee –Yet seems now only, when I sleep,And when it is, per chance, I dream,That..."

"Moments drifting within a sea,Faces kept, in memory,Sights and sounds,Once held so dear,Now mere reflections,Nothing more –For often have I spoke my mind,Revealing feelings that I find,And there for a..."

"Tis now something I must do,Get on with living, even though,To leave behind what might have been,Begin anew…all over again –But turn the page, oh this I must,For where there once, had but been trust,T..."

"Tis not often, such I be,But so…I often find myself,When it comes to thee and me –For though I love thee dearly,Wish only such…in kind,There is a gulf between us,That is widening…all the time –Once it..."

"I have known…since ancient times,My heart and soul didst but show signs,Of passions, and desires,So finely honed and true,That if, unleashed, upon the world,Could bring about its ruin –For though noe ..."