by a willow tree twas laid in celestial bondage sewn,
after what seemed like ages had passed since loves first spark ignited the way,
by none other than Mother Nature's nurture Father Time dispelled it to sleep,
offering forfeiture of life for a time of peace,
to quell the very fiery rage which encompassed my whole being so entirely,
and put an end to the tirany sure to follow the dirt-clad boots of a wander's soul so enamored with the affection of of one that insanity had set in where love's pure light died without a heartbeats notice,
leaving a sensitive heart in its wake and a barrier higher than any other of legend to conquer.
The discourse was great; So tall it trampled love's sweet nectar into dust, mine heart now black as ash.