REBECCA
I'm bound to think of you; you are my friend,
Thus I spend time defining all your time,
Though I may speak and I may well offend,
Downcast my eye is though my hopes are high.
And where you cannot see resides my pain,
Where lives the prayer unfolding like a sigh,
Persuading God to bring you health again,
Lest something in my spirit says goodbye.
'Tis you in me that withers ere you bleed,
This sweet trespasser here inside my heart,
'Tis from this dungeon deep I must be freed,
That God doth force the demons to depart.
Great master let not Summer end so soon,
Lest all that's bright be turned to Winter gloom