It would be worth my while to die,
If I could see a tear in your eye.
A token of love fom you at last,
To smoothen all the hurts of past.
A touch of sigh,for the days gone by,
A tinge of sorrow,for a different tomorrow.
A bit of regret, to make you fret.
A heartfelt pain?No I hope in vain.
You so cold,so aloof, so serene;
could there be a current of warmth unseen?
Was there a glance which pierced your armour?
And then forever usurped your ardour?
You do well to remain in supreme disdain,
Of feelings humane,pleasure or pain.
Slowly I find I become one of your kind,
Though embers do glow underneath the rime.
This grip of melancholy now holds me like a vice,
And the vigour of life slowly turns to ice.
This is a crossroad-I have to decide,
Was I born to live or cast like a dice?
Though the swell is past and waters abate,
Why emulate what I fervently hate?
This would surely be the worst kind of treason,
To desert myself in the fall of the season?
Oh God forbid that there should be a day,
When my own tranquility should cause me dismay.
When love's gentle call would no more enthrall
Cause if I gave all I would also loose all?
When timid overtures would no more reach.
The inner space all gone to seed.
Therefore I say God let me die,
PERHAPS I could see a tear in his eye.