Hadth love befitted mine,if so done why'd we ones all left find. If loved i thy loving true,worthy i thine emotions every hue. Whence once befell a bottomless pit,lie i for thy loves there lit. Darkened mits bundle mine virtues,as such virtue faithful soft through thickest dews. Wonders cometh time's eye,searching vastness pitted black for thine loving cry. Listening moments by,yet to thy all's left but die. Loving love's love not mistaken,still i thee not forsaken.