Beat-less And Dead

Had I this touch on my palms
Shivering with a joy never felt before,
Had I this love in my heart
Filled with tomorrow, and a life
Then alone I could rest my heart
Beat-less and dead almost!
Here I sit and sob alone with a string
Attached to heart tuning melody,
Bear witness, oh! bear witness now
And this, my darling, to you I bring
My brain's pain, I ain't live
I ain't belong, I ain't exist!
But, oh! I wish! Had I this touch
Imprinted on me, you would sure see
Death could have been my enemy!