Adieu

Ne'er say adieu for lines do giveth pain. For I must wait anew for thee in time till I am faint and fickle fate doth deign to stay my grief and right its greatest crime. End my sad wait and use the telephone. In anguished mind your lovely face is seen and I'm much tired of being so alone adrift at sea without a rudder keen Let me have thy sweet lips this night and know our moment's greatest pleasure o'er. Again come scale with me vast heaven's height a place where bright celestial angels soar. Return again, together we'll shed tears. Forgive, forget, end my sad woeful fears.