She Knows

The epoch bleeds of songs etched in the hearts of men who though affection sought were never an inch near Niggling emotions, ominous nights of unrest The heart had charged its cost for needs unmet Illness is the picture of life devoid this pleasure which Lies seemingly close but is yet beyond reach Of all the Earth's gold, this stands above treasure Verily, this could be understood by all who sought Earning some compensation that ranked below their thoughts Yearning acknowledgement, filled pools with emotions Over and again if in pursuit I have to remain Until it is granted, more nights of unrest