Kierkegaard's Song
I once had a darling, how she lingers
And with her the song of fools I did sing
But wrapped around my wedding finger
I have only the tattoo of a ring
Love divine has a face that stares me in
The eye whenever I lay down to rest
and every time I even begin
To fade, her lovely smile swells my caged chest
Hazel is the hue that haunts my poor heart
In the hollow of my dead despair
Her name is the whisper that tears me apart
That relieves, if to whisper it I dare
I once had a darling, how she loved me
Forever and always she holds the key
Copyright © Jonathan Hurst | Year Posted 2009
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