It has been wrapt in a beautiful innocence,
Fair and pure and filled with affection,
Each carress a rapture of comfort,
A light and joy-filled light,
A voice of despair reverberates all air,
A look of fear is glaring in my ear,
Silence envelopes me,
And my mind is unclear,
My love for him,
Tis love, tis sweet,
My brain and heart,
Force words to eat,
Spirits warmth and candle heat,
I tell him something,
Ah! Still nothing,
And through flying days I wait,
A white furred beast,
And feline peer,
They watch me with a pen in hand,
For chance to see, nay! Listen, hear!
Some song of love,
Of life and love,
Or misery.
(He's not a