Very well I tried
Very well I cried
Very well a fruitless giant stride
Very well consumed the source of my pride
Oh! How I hated nights
A session of proportional plights
Agitations fights
A flight through dark to light
An airway I kissed all edges of my bed
Moaning in wishes I were dead
My heart pumping anguish to my head
A while lasting through to eternity it led
At dawn I am preoccupied with desires
Just to sight she whom my soul joyfully admires
The source of which my night painfully retires;
By her venomous words which set my soul wholly afire
More and more I cried
More and more I tried
Slowly and painfully before my heart died
To wishes of my soul I truly abide
Oh!! How I loved her
How my soul craved to own her
Blue-blooded my heart wishes her
Till death my being desires her
In the bosom of thieves
Con temporarily she lives.
