Shalt I gather mine strength to sustain mine breath--

Whist bodily mine sinks below tumbling waves? 

Shalt I be so eager to halt tender death--

Whilst lifeless my heart dives in ever-deep caves?

Shalt I be so persistent to combine mine and yours--

Whilst your eyes envy blue whisper soreless goodbyes? 

Shalt I clamber to patch where wine selflessly pours--

Whilst from heartily meek come such soft, somber sighs?  

Shalt I struggle to find a satin so sweet--

Whilst cotton hard picked too gives skin such caress? 

Shalt I give such tired hours to a heart and it's beat--

Whilst I know by the hour each beat covets me less? 

More anxious I shall, for tis nature all mine. 

Whilst my fear on my soul dost so endlessly dine.