She gazed at an empty space
Upon her visage was a stream of tears
Her quavering hand buried her face
From which a muffled sob was heard

Convulsed with utmost anguish
She delivered so dolorous a glare
Between wails she divulge me
Blighted with banes, a saddest word

What shall I descry of she?
A fine lady girded with fears and sorrows
A great burden was upon her bosom
And she blamed herself of all failures

Lonely is she, sad is she
She speak with composure of despair
Stared up to a pale moon
And dipped in severe solitude

Yet perhaps she doesnt perceive
A man who cares for her
A man who unceasedly praying
That her misery are his also

When a sea of sorrows extant before her
Know that a man is pining
for her to share the burden
and to confide to his arms

He asked, and asked and asked
What impede him from loving her?
She only learned that when she craves for consoles
There will always a man present to comfort her

Of countless women breathing upon the earth
I choose thee
Of thousands drones and wails
I choose thine

Lovely whisper and pleasant smile
Supplier of great consolations
Stealer of mine soul
When she whispers so sincere a wish

Sometimes in a lonely night
Sweet sounds of her mirth
Humming inside my head
Embellish my dreams a thousand folds

So enchanting is she
When I unseal my eyes
Stares into a delirium of a lovely smile
That when I come to myself
I yearn to dream again

Oblivion

Here beneath the starry night
A dream passed by without a word
Like a grim shade creeping and swearing
Revealing crowns of a fiendish woes
Which no man ever to contend

In yonder a sound of anguish
Lurking beyond vision
While a thousand began to shift
Ascending without entrance
And scattering without assuage

Lost in each tread it paces
In a dolorous mist yet to disperse
Leaving gaudiness and solaces behind
And shadowed in unending agitation
Coming back is what it cries for