Who Is This Person I Seek

Who is this person I seek?
Where are the dwellings of my night?
How do such sighs invade me so
and stare at me with all my might.

Who is my love?
Where she roams I never know
to work, sweat and cry;
upon another's shoulder
and bow

Could white into black
be so pure?
I still see and smell your flesh.
Through the ink, I am so sure
Watching like the moon by day,
Point and linger at me,
this way