Wondrous, is across my center site of sought relations.
Great fullness, without my own divine and known creations.
Loveliness, I say she’s saved from God’s own revelations.
Gorgeousness, I think I see I’ll be her irritations.
Does she see the sight? I saw her.
Was her eyes the lies? I wonder.
Could I be more blind, a blunder?
Last in life, my love’s no thunder.

Simply less, a sign of love will linger, lost forever.
Cunning less, a captured heart’s no mastered art, nor clever.
Hearty less, a shrunken heart? My drunken heart’s more severed.
Strictly less, a thought of you. Is that my flu? Not ever.
You can’t catch or crack me right now.
Split me so much, see? I might now,
Lacking, now in cracking fright. How,
Must your eyes pain me in spite now.

Beautiful, and you to me you cease to see, your heart is.
Glory full, my ever gleaming, streaming, beaming heart is.
Overfull, my overflowing body, glowing heart is.
Whimsical, a beauty it’s my duty that my heart is.
Can she ever be my lover?
Leaving, loving my heart’s for her.
Hearing, sneering out from cover.
Caring fool! I see my senses slowly shutting, shouting,
That I love her.

Evilness, her face to mine the space between is madness.
Weariness, my mind on her it is a spur of sadness.
Dreariness, her hair to me is more than fair, my gladness.
Frigidness, my heart is less an art that’s sore, my placidness.
Not too much I’ll touch or hold you.
I’ve lost lots of love I’ve told you.
I shan’t. Can’t I live my cold through?
I have lied and tried to mold you.

Hopelessly, I sit in silence without violence, think of you.
Restlessly, I sleep with silver dreams of rivers, think of you.
Silently, I stare so steeply, where? So deeply, think of you.
Helplessly, I see you soaring, some adoring link of you.
Women. I don’t want to love you.
Girl, go out of me. The love too.
Free, I want my sweet dreams anew.
Crying? Me? I’m dieing see? And wanting not to love you.