Mourning Dawn

What then is love but mourning?
What desire but a self-burning?
Till she that hates doth love return
Thus will I mourn, thus will I sing
Come away, come away, my dawn.

In early morning sunlight, I see you everyday
You sit and turn and go to sleep, you have nothing to say
As I feel the minutes pass painfully by, happier faces appear
I feel like I'm unworthy to share with you this cheer.

I don't hold it against you, how can you know?
I'm not yet allowed to let true feelings show
How can you know that I'm dying inside
My soul being drowned under sorrow's harsh tide.

How could you know that you're all that I want
Without you, my heart is decrepit and gaunt
How would you know that you're all that I've sought
Your face makes its way into every waking thought.

Later on, you'll of course ask, 'What's wrong with you?'
My simple response: Mourning dawn.