Through the drawn curtain
Daylight seems to gleam,
Saying, Heaven’s certain;
Happiness no dream
Why this revelation?
Why does my heart play?
Simple explanation
Allie’s home today.
I don’t deserve fame
Nor the words “Well done”
Deserving only blame...
Shall I begin with your rare hair
Heaven to press my face against?
Eyes to bring me to despair...
