my guilt

My first, my girl-child sweet
Skipping about on lightened feet
My prancing-horse so proud
Bodysoft, voice elevated loud
How could thou caust mine eyes to so run?
All I have created in thee come undone

Thou werest my heart's greatest pride
Turning all mine self-doubt aside
Shining were thine achievements and thy face
Warm and heartwarming wast thy embrace
How could thou caust such tears to flow?
Thou hast turned 'gainst me so

I'd ask thee to clarify Truth for me
The highest sources needed to verify for thee
Sober but never sombre, laughing readily
Rope of God clung to so steadily
How could thou elicit from me such weeping?
I could not see the shadow upon thee creeping

All that I spent, all that I earned
The face that five times east turned
Journeys of forty five and forty five
Luxuries of which I did me deprive
How could I so many salty tears taste?
All my efforts grown a squandered waste

You have me so sorely abused
Breath intoxicating, neck bruised
Not so long later, childish juice-stained lips
Widened eyes and swaying arched hips
Why have I for thee such tears shed?
My daughter, my daughter, my heart is grown dead.