Living yon’ in penthouse high
Breathless lust in anguish cry,
“Why dost my Love Thou hath deny?
For Is time thy sole alibi?”
With burning envy Thy heart I pry
O! what tinders signify!
Whilst tears of pleasure mist thy eye,
On tender maxim passions lie
To meet in the sweet by-and-by.
My Love
My Loss
My Eternal Life.
