For the Love of London

London fair, my beauty sweet
To you, to you i send my heart,
Through blackened plague and restless mind
The thoughts, the thoughts i yearn to find.

London fair, my frivilous deity,
To you, to you i throw my life,
Through the fright of loneliness and plight
The paths, the paths i yearn to light.

Rose within the patch, so boldly
You may rise within my eyes,
Through the overpowering red
Your white, your white may strike me dead.

My sweet blonde, grown weary from spite
Washed from the shores of your kingdom come,
Through the window, upon the graves
I see you amongst the ashen names.

"Whence you came here, i did see
The joy in life, and all its wonder.
Now I've dipped into the lake,
And now i ask, when will I wake?"

"My London so fair," i say through my tears,
"You've not even begun to feel the pain
Of what death has brought, and what Hell will bring."
I grasp my head, and my ears now ring.

"What manner is this? You've put me in pain!
My London, my sweet, why do you retract
When all I do is make light of what has happened to you?
Do you want your cake and to eat it too?"