Seared in Heart and Lone by Czerny B
Meanders along black worn out road,
And a few small drops of rain,
In search for thy second self,
Next to nowhere, thoust abode in vain.
Oh, where thou hideth thee, my love
For you are mines twilight
Of such days as now
Where only gloom consumes the night.
Sometimes in me
Mine heart wishes for death
As hope expires
As ashes of mine health.
But others say…
If thy woman love’st thee,
Let thou love not fadeth
But devour with thine desire
Of passion and breath.
Omit this unhappiness, I say;
Let our love not be for nought
But nourish it well
To make our love wrought.
So I shall thole this alack;
Until I find thine physiognomy
Let me live
In vain fantasy.
