A Tight Grasp


O it woes mine mind,
mine heart maintains a tight grasp
on melodies of timeless love.

O it woes mine mind,
all the time we've not bade farewell
always with out thine hand to held.

O it woes mine mind,
seeking a love to which not blind
in the arms of another prize.

O it woes mine mind,
mine longing to dwell
in thine loving arms which held.

O it woes mine mind,
a sweet love turn sour
to which mine heart
tightly grasps.

O it woes mine mind,
O it woes mine mind,
O it woes mine mind!

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