Matilde

Hast thine lips spake thine intentions be                                       Rather fear deliver forth words of dread                                        Mine heart sorrowed still soars free                                            Couldest thine feelings in granite be read                                      Hast lifes shame dealt me a death blow                                          Mine vessel corrupt yet shining spirit resides                                  I dwelleth in lands uncertain row                                               Couldest thine heart be opened wide                                             Thine spirit betrayed by sorrowful eyes                                         Yet behind showeth lights trace                                                 What sacrifice that love not die                                                Creations beauty here lies thine face                                           I must be,yet peace be not found                                                Yearning for loves sweet wine                                                   The inner warmth,mine lips be drowned                                           Feelings betrayed,truth canst deny                                              Mine heart to yours be bound