Not by my own hand, I know shameful
I'd nonetheless prefer to be with her
With her I knew, darkest thoughts are dust
Without her, my life isn't worth the rust
Her scent, her voice, her mind, still linger
All are forbidden from my presence
Her gentle touch, her affectionate kiss
She was my only love, only soul mate
And now and ever I am in an abyss
Sorrow has a clasp upon my heart
It rarely beats, now so full of scars
But it will once again
Upon her return
