Is it destiny That plagues my heart With the paper blue, Or the bunches crumple Within her thoughts, Anew. I wonder Why nature, Was so sweet On me; Were it to tempt And Sway the innermost me? I know not What struck me On that fatal night; But The lightning in the sky Plays havoc on me. Will she or won’t I scarce do know, Rhyme the cords On And on, With me. And Though, We were Destined to write, W…