Oh dearest love,
Thy taste is bitterness to me
Thy touch pains me
Thy thought distresses me
Not always were it so
So much I once had, and wished it more
My heart sang as if a bird on a spring day
Everyday was the freshest life
But alas it's gone away
Now in my strewn ruins
Ebbing life from mortal wounds
With a last bit of strength
I reach up hoping some tender hand will take hold
To pull me from my debris and death
To rebuild and repair
Creating a love more strong than the old
A love so easy and wonderful
Yet my hand still beckons
With the greatest hope I whisper
Oh dearest love