How Might I Thread This Thought, My Dear?

            How might I thread this thought, my dear,
            to make the meaning clear?
            For my world is strange
            and full of sighs,
            tangled webs,
            and ecstasies…
            
            How might I pen this part, my sweet,
            to make our two hearts meet?
            for my way is dark
            and hung with chains,
            shattered glass,
            and old remains…
            
            How might I write this requiem?
            For our love is sure to die…
            
            How might I match your mind, my bright,
            to fill our fated love with light?
            for my soul is grim
            and wrapped in cloud,
            forgotten friends,
            and mem'ries dim…
            
            How might I feed your flame, my heart,
            To saint our lovers' sacred art?
            For my hand is cold
            and trembling now
            upon the altar
            of a broken vow…
            
            How might I learn to live with love?
            My love,
            must I let it fly as the dove?
            
            Must I,
            might I,
            dare I let it fly?
            
            How might I free this heart, my dear,
            to make the feeling known?
            for the treasure lies locked
            in a gilded chest,
            and sleeps
            with the ghosts of love
            and all the rest…