Every night he knocks at her door
Calls I’m hollow without it
Give me back want nothing more
The love I left at your feet.
Beside her is heard the snore
From her man in slumber’s bliss
The lover’s plea to settle the score
Doesn’t break his dreamful peace!
Give me my love the lover howls
Bereft it I’m dead
Echo him the barnyard’s owls
Heart dies when not love fed.
I’ll not come back once
Am ready for an honest pact
Open the door give me a chance
Return my love intact.
She alone hears her lover past
Sinks in her bed in fright
The jilted lover in lost love’s lust
Comes back on her door each night!
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