After

Oh birdy bird,

Why hath thou pushed away those heard,

Why hath thou drowned those ceaseless skies

Buried deep in such agony why forsake the butterfly that flies,

Close that Book for in no pages shall you find me,

The seeker of your heart, in it, forever has locked me,

The times you thought was snatched from thou,

Resides all there around you,

The love you thought was robbed from thou,

Resides in every slight of you,

Your every tear, every pain,

Stifles my every vein,

My love, thy smile, thy laugh,

Warms the cockles of my heart,

Close all the window that torments you,

I'll be the drapes to the clouds that surround you o'er.