Written by: Abraham Tor

It's cloudy but no rain fell
So is like in a glacier I fell
Sworn out is the pores on my body
Beguiling beholders as rashes on my body.

Should my heart be slate
It will easy be to read my state
And pity I know you will be
For this lovelorn I wear.

Whatever of me it may take
I shall be Jephthar to promise
That you come back to my place
To hear the secrets of my heart
No matter what it takes of me
I shall beSamson to my doom.