II-VII In a Basement With Bertha Mason

Let your life go, seize your freedom’s gleam,

I can’t bear to watch them hurt, your heart so sweet.

No season right, the time just seems to flee,

from scorching heat to coldness, bleak and grim.

My dearest, love for you flows deep, extreme,

yet claims of passion’s fire might just deceive.

For in the summer’s blaze, I do not seethe,

I’m but a rose with thorns, and bloody seams.

Though roots have claimed the earth, where life does teem,

my heart still races, uncorrected beat.

It isn’t right, yet destiny I greet,

last night my soul found peace, yet turmoil streamed.

Oh darling, I long to dwell beneath the ground with you,

in silent company where love can be found anew.