My Lark

Time orphaned me, thou to soar away,
Thou twittering and hopping, in alien dreams fully.
These rented room's windows might knw my ways,
If only they speak, might have told thou my tales.!

I can hear thou like many in close woods,
But sweeter thou songs, but thou away from my eyes
I am afraid to be close, thou might go away,
That I may be forbidden to thy sweet songs even!.

Thou have countles tales to tel me, I know,
But the hopless knaves trouble thou constantly.
Don't be saddened my lark, thou hav no reason to be...
Oneday, I'll opem these exit and casement to meet you...