Before all others I weep at your first breath.
Beyond endless dawns and crescent moons, I yielded not that subtle tongue. You bruised my love and cared not for my pride. My garden is dry yet, your barns are full. The flowers beckon, thus no suitors appear.
Let me sleep my love, let me sleep. Branches search the heavens, while roots twinge in pain. That which I've held in darkness has made you mad. Now here, then there, where, ware, wear. Your firing arrows has pierced my skin. Actions reap, deeds keep, ways weep.
Save me my love, save me . The sweetness of the fruit is laced with poison. The springs desert you.
Yet you possess no love for me. While my love has not strayed. Simmering death stalk's your horizons.
Eyes wide open, eyes wide open.
