When seeds of madness start to grow
And spread their roots into my soul
It’s you that make my faults to rest
Into the treasure of my chest
…And then I rise on lips a cry
Because my very core is thy;
The name *** fights and fills
The plane of mind with daffodils
And rain of tears feeds the ground
With love and evil fears drawn;
If through the day I ride with grief
I’ll think of you and I’ll belive!