Tears

For thee I weep,
As the night cometh- I cannot sleep
And tears flood intensely in my eyes,
Streaming silently on my brows,
So companion-less in the gloom.
The tranquil wind blowing off my tears,
In the heavens stars and moon wert serene,
Yet my soul is troubled
And I myself’s foe.
Thinking about thee with woe.
Thy image lingering upon my mind.
My eyes see thy beauteous parts in the darkness
And thy love I perceive
And thy love I receive
And thy image in my mind conceive
And thy cherubim eyes not deceive
And thy sotto voice a music to my ears.
For thee I wept and writ.