Mistreat (A Lyric)

Blooms of love that you mistreat With hearts so full of sorrow Shall not give you love as sweet When you both reach tomorrow Then it would be cold and dry Each of your touch and kissing Both had said last night good bye Without a further wishing Blooms that in darkness flower Shall not in love be lighter For it is born in darkish hour And can not become whiter What love's there in an empty nest That you could say it mattered It may be well disguised or dressed But it would be all shattered Could one then hold sorrow in him If he did not love receive For all such affection would be dim And so each tear of grieve We dwell in day or darkness here Like everything we inure Sometimes we give away a tear Even though we are not sure