Wordsworth I Will Take Your Revenge

Death, that snatched your beloved from you. I will take your revenge. Why don’t you speak? Life, that is giving same pain to me. Come on and tell, whose pain is more severe? Wounds, that inspired you to write, sweet but sad, so many songs! World, still singing the melodies, you wrote from your fingers, dipped in blood! Me, I shall make death helpless, I’ll die for her. A happy long life to her! You, spoke at last, what do you say? You will reveal a poem to me. Better than all your poems! Ready, yes I am ready to die, again and again, Need revelations from you! Once, I’ll die for my sweet beloved, then I’ll die many times, on beloved revelations!