Aquatinted With You

I was acquainted with you for one night Not bright by moonlight nor candle to-light The romance that could be brighter than this night I am acquainted with you and the discomfort of pain Unpleasant emotions try to gain and leave its dye stain, The ache and sore and prickled sting that causes pain. I am acquainted with you and with the heavy dew, Of tears and fears walked out in the rain upon you With scars that look like stars wet with the dew. I am acquainted with you and the earths ploughed dust, That came and drew the empty cross now turn to rust With the pain that hurls its lance as I scatter your dust. I am crush, with the flood and the great agony of rush They were not enough to pay for what we cherished.