By John Dimas
Upon thy gentle heart I mine eyes have set
and peace from my mind away has fled.
Were it not for beauty from within
alas, my humble heart accelerates the beat.
'tis known to me by means not of this earth,
thine heart and mine together they would bloom in mirth.
Last night I bade my love farewell.
That part of me just had to die.
For peace I would never find;
With the thought of him still alive
Even far away deep in my mind.
I kissed him on the cheek;
And there, I drew the line.