The Tortured Saint

1
I am a tortured Saint
And you are tortured, maid
As hoping creatures, we hoped
That passions fire would grow
To not be tortured so.

2
I dreamt the glowing sheen
On misty mountains high
That many have seen blinding
Was the silver lining
Ice and fire shining.

3
And Souls are whitened by delight
They're salted by remorse.
For tears in maidens eyes,
Forgiveness, heaven justified
But ostracized divorce.

4
And if to hope to die
And rise in love of one accord -
Is a dream that's claimed by fools:
It was a goal I once deemed dutiful
To bask in heavens beauty, full.

5
Alas, from that cloud
As one raindrop fell
I knew, on that misty mountain
Was no everlasting fountain,
Just a well.

6
I am a tortured saint
And you are tortured, maid
As hoping creatures, we hoped
That passions fire would grow
To not be tortured so.