Heartache. . .

Heartache. . .

My eyes look up, behold the sight

The shining flowers of the night,

The shuddered beat of broken heart,

Is all I hear in midnight dark

Shining flowers fade behind,

Tears of mine are yet uncried,

As starry heavens bring to me,

Painful shattered memories,

Behind the tears I see the ghost,

Those eyes in wich myself I lost,

So many times before this night,

My heart instead of dark had light. . .

. . .