Spoiled and now to do without
The eyes of your sweet say
Alas no one else will do no doubt
For they don't have your touch that way

No taste can match that of thy own
The morsels for which I yearn
To play the pleasure of thy lips
My thoughts for you do burn

How sad am I without you here
Your kiss of thought my time
To wander among the unread heard
With no candle light of mind

Now this thought becomes my toil
Perhaps braille must now be learned
To touch another's untended soil
These fingertips must learn

But that's a thought for another day
For this mind has spoke no turn
Your eyes are for what I wish today
To make this heartbeat yearn