Departure

O, How my heart melts from thine emerald eyes; Lo! It melts softly from thine flowing hair; How your geltile touch feels like warm spiced Chai; Alas, mine loyal heart thee did not spare! O, How my mind melts with thine sudden leave: My love! What have he, that I haveth not! Now, ‘tis only I, alone, left to grieve… To move on, once again, I probably aught  But nay, I be here, alone, forever, Since us, our uinioned heart, you did sever.