You creased the folds of my love
Unpleased with the gold that I\'ve bought above
I give you all of my heart
So that ultimately your feelings will come out of the dark
Yet I\'m met with undue satisfaction
My supply of passion
Will never waver
But sometimes holding myself up without no one to catch me
Makes all my burdens even harder
And though my assiduous spirit tries to keep up
It wanders wastefully
Just to persevere that one day
All in due time
That you will Love me.