Until my feeling goes grey Like wine the stale taste What if my flesh goes stale Wearied out From longed desire Denied for your reason reason I would go public I cannot look into your face My heart is too you - richful Eating everything me - full Leaving me to anyother a poor dry If I don't learn to open - up To steal small space to air a little From want of hope of other- Wise from you Your love would make me die Unsowed