Contrapuntal

I only try to write of joy

But you only read my sorrow

 

She came to me by chance

I suppose that's always so

We sang the bodies' lively dance

She rescued me from woe

 

She came to me in passion

I only knew my lonely life

We dreamt our bodies' ration

She rescued me from strife

 

The tear you see escape my eye

Remembers only pleasure

The gasp of breath you hear me sigh

Sounds the thrill of passion's measure

 

I only try to hymn our bliss

But you only hear my psalm of sorrow

HymnjoylossmemoriespleasurePsalmsorrowtear

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