True Love in True Life

In long, late nights where sleep deserts its post
In short, cold morns when life is veiled by rheum
In lonely days, where friends cannot be found
In lively nights, when sunrise spells your doom

In nervous fits, which cripple worthy plans
In confidence, who's readiness is taint
In tidiness, where all is where it goes
In disorder, whom Chaos: patron saint.

In every inch of life to live
Her love to me, to her I give.