so mornful is the feeling that I cary with me
so sad the story is.
I plea for only glance of yours to give me
and fill my eyes with tears.
Each time my eyes are closed I see thee
and bag for more each time
I almost feel thy breath and feel so very free
when touched by wind
Your thoughtful dreamy bereath doeth bring me.............


sorry for sharpness of the verse - I do it right here - just had to cause I was all in thoughts of the verse