Contained in murky walls, when thou not limned,
I emanated light for thee and my gullet hymned.
When thou would plummet and thy lesion bleed,
My heart would care and hands would plead.
You are my eyes and I were your cane,
That let thy way and shed thy pain.
Where thou are blue eyed, now that I am old,
Pulsating in shackled veins and unnerving in cold.
Have I naively blundered or did my love change?
Give me a final hug and take my air in exchange.
Long after I am gone, should thou remember?
Look at thy progeny and recall my sombre.