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. . .
. . .