the night (which carries me)

beneath the blanket of each night I dream
within my voiceless cries, within my soul
that love could be far more than what it seems
and that it were like as a brimming bowl
oh, as I die with every passing hour
my thoughts have haunted me forever now
tonight I wonder how a love could sour
when such a heart can breathe a perfect vow
it gave me more than happiness to be
and live a faithful life with her alone
though she has thought to carelessly blame me
I love her more than she has ever known
I feel as though I'll always have the night
which carries me enough to shed my light