Where, my heart, hast thou forlorn
thy song, thy beat, thy sense, thy soil?
Lost my feet floating flushed by thy meth
‘t can’t but love thee, hence thy very coil.
Where, I ask the stormy sea
should my needle pointing at?
Whilst just one …splits the cloudy ceiling
Romeo and Juliet – and their very feeling.
Who, my heart, I ask in pain
wast just met for the bare’n simple sake
of encounter but never to remain
-as blood heat rain drowns my lake.
Who, my love, hast thou forlorn
turned and hath chosen to forget – or even hate
lift my hood and then my lover
see my beating choices all displayed.