An Artful Love Poem

There was a lake beneath of heaven
Where I died so many times,
I never knew how far I fell
From the shores of that paradise

Yet, where never I had fallen,
Thou wouldst dare to trod,
And as I felt crestfallen, alone,
Ye held me by my heartstrings,
Like sweet nepenthe given form,
Ye evinced a smile to me

Sinsyne I long to be with thee,
To be dighted with thy touch,
No longer dross, I am anew;
Troth I now to dote upon thee forevermore

Thy lilies so quaintly put up in thy hair,
Falleth they to the ground,
Like a snow-song in midwinter glory,
As we danceth in a nocturnal promenade

Thou hath lifted the gimlet from my skull
Behesting my fever to flee

I feel so alone when awaiting thy words,
I solemnly despise the hour when thou art not here,
So I busy myself ascending from whence I had fallen,
Sojourning a lost myriad I never knew,
Up to a lake beneath of heaven.

Here upon the quiet shores
Of a tarn beneath of heaven,
Whereupon I compose a simple lovelorn poem
For my sweet nepenthe given form,
I am distraught by all these verses
For I have written them to a dream;
…My love poem to nobody