Lost Love Divined


Young lass,
young lad,
What aileth thee?

Come hither,
come near,
Let me have a query

Perchance I may so then divine
what troubleth thee,
what torments thy mind

Aaah, yes ... ooh no!
I see where the discomfort within ye dwell
It is your heart that is so impaled

The blood of vigor has been a-flow
Thy spirit is pale,
has lost it's glow

The voice that beacon,
thus make thy passions move
Tis' no longer heard,
thus thy soul's not soothed

O where,
O where
lies thy remedy

Be gone despair
Cast afar yonder
all thy bane misery

For listen now,
for listen well
Love's fortune, I do foretell

Twas lost is found,
twas fled is bound
No more sick of heart is thine

A face unknown
has forwith been shown
To be lost love divined

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