For Thee I Beseech

For thee I beseech.
Bury thine lips into mine
And kiss me under the shade of the beech,
As thou see me whine.
My heart fights with my mind,

Of the scenic thought I have about thee
And I seek thee-but I cannot find.
While my heart aches and my mind is glee.
For my thoughts about thee art never a melancholy.
Sweet thoughts which fills my head

But my heart is so gloomy
Like the useless heart of the dead.
Yet my love for thee never fade,
'Cause in my heart lies thine image.