Riven from her that used to kiss
Away my troubles and my fears;
Her warm lips once soothed away my tears.
If I'd been given any choice,
She never would have heard my voice
Unfeeling, cruel and far away
From where my own true sentiments lay.
And I have spoken to her since,
And it seems she will convince
Herself it's better we did part;
She told me that I broke her heart.
With calmer mind but crippled soul
I'm at the diametric pole
And though many months have passed
My heart is broken too at last.
Now sleep is stolen; all is ashes,
There is no solace in the world.
My angel-light in fearful darkness
Tortured as my mind unfurled.
She strove so hard and gave so much,
But so much is all that one can bear,
Her heart and soul were wounded, bleeding,
Bipolar mania hid my share.
I must have seemed so cruelly heartless,
Not gentle, tender, loving, kind;
My soul that loved her deeply,
Locked deep in my wounded mind.
Ah darling, darling! please forgive me!
You were the one that took my heart
And gave it all your shining beauty
And drove away the binding dark.
You gave me that most precious gift,
That I wondered so to feel,
By every facet of your beauty
My wounded troubled heart was healed.
So precious are you to me darling
For every soothing of my heart,
That I should hurt and lose you is
The deepest cut and cruellest dart.
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