Testament Of Love

A poem of woe and despair.

I shall heed the notes of my piano now,
Allowing my mournful fingers to be free,
Beside lorn halls I shall not need to dree,
Amidst the lively songs of yester I vow.
For I shall remember the years of bliss,
As the lonesome days are full of shade,
When the tender months of joy shall fade,
And a quaint smile I shall cherish and miss.
Thus, I shall be left to envisage and adore,
Raiments of the nights I yearn to caress,
Priceless with the passing time I confess,
Fore'er staid in her gentle spirit I implore.
Hidden in my desolate chambre a trove,
Nostalgic letters of a testament of love.