Nightmare

The night seems younger,rather cold More stale than it's whispering blows I quiver,I shiver, I'm all stiffened up Under horrors of a withering emotion. A wandering heart lays tangled,rather trapped Among the thorns and claws Of thy rosy heart My heart races on, I bleed. Bleeding to my date out of hate I am alone in thy misery pains You wound,You hurt but I know Can there be love and no pains? I hear a certain call on winds Telling a tale of an untold love. I feel thy lingering presence Strangling the very soul of the lover you loved? I wish myself as one richer of faith,of hope. If there be a world where love knows no age There be a place where youth knows no date, There shall I await thy wandering soul There shall love's root grow deep once again.