No scatting on my heart wish slush,
If I die you cannot hear death knell,
Let me die in love with a peaceful hush,
So you could hear my heart sullen bell.
Like antiques your promise I do keep,
In my bosom my poor heart vigils it,
And my heart moans in my deep sleep,
On awaking your memories my heart slit.
I weep for your love you cannot feel,
As a peacock dancing in jungle not seen,
My poor arguments do not you appeal,
But with false promise I do get spleen.
Your love encourages me in sullen days,
It is my God’s blessing when I do gaze