Long, Long, Long

This weary life in torture keeps
Angst and longing burned so deep
Apart, I ache, as each day dies
So deep in you, your tears I cry

All my faith bestowed upon
You, my every waking dawn
Every hope is cast to sea
Your affections drowning me

Whispered breaths of love do call
In troubled slumber, darkness falls
So, you ask if I am true?
I would die not having you

Tempest shaken, love still stands
Waiting just to take your hand
Heaven hear my plaintive plea
To bring my ain true love to me

*ain, (Ãn)
adj. Scots
Own