Tis Torture and Not Mercy
Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here!
Painfully in reach and yet no power is apt to attain thee.
What shall then quell passions pursuit?
Oh heart that yearns for thee alas, such arduous love aroused.
Thou oh love alone, can satisfy mine soul’s longing.
Mine heart's own song could not yet free itself from the depths of mine desire for thee.
Every hope is but vain indeed.
I muse at thy enchantments and with bated breath whisper thy name.
Tis torture true not to hold thee,or caress thy tender cheek with withered hand
False hearted thou wert and yet still thou whispered promised pleasure’s untrue
In silence and tears mine days spent with the bitter-sweet taste of heaven on mine lips
and arms that shall never forget.
Tis torture and not mercy, Heaven was here!
written by Lori McClure
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