day by day i'm losing control
only sleep at night does me console.
never have i felt this way
and never intended to feel this way,
and if you ask me why
i tell you this;
Nature herself her shape admires,
the gods are wounded in her sight.
and love forsakes his heavenly fires,
and at her eyes his brand does light.
there's a picture of her in my heart,
framed with my flesh and nourished with my blood.
will it fade away as time flies,
or will it anchor there till i die.