heart, you have forsaken me
for i never wished to have loved he.
his touch had me so eas'ly torn,
his face against mine, a blossoms thorn.
i yearned for nothing more than this
and alas, i did not want that kiss.
a solid heart of lovers gold.
a hand in mine in which to hold.
what is it i wait for, tempting thee?
oh heart, you have forsaken me.