How and Why

Should doubt high drift over my love for thee grey gloomy cloud, disconsolate, strong reign bleak darkened frown, portend deep misery hide hearts resolve, beneath shadowed disdain. Should you feel sudden cold breath of gloom, spate of fear, black scourge upon painted leaf quick cruelly fade love grim in abject gloom, swift eclipse hopes hue behind shaded grief. And would unshakable faith far be blown, fiercely shook from loose grasp once so near wither sweet loves blossom, thus loss bemoan newly dead splendor, once honored then hear: Eternally damned shall I rove and cry, tormented ever to seek how and why.