Tip me the black spot... Many's the long night I've dreamed of...

Room after room,
I hunt
We inhabit together
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find---
Next time --- not the trouble behind...
Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume !
As she brushed it...
Yet the days wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune -
Spend my whole day in the quest, - who cares ?