Oh! Loneliness thou overwhelm me when alone.
Engulfed in anguish, of all happiness I am shorn.

Shudder do I under your insidious shroud.
Within reclusive precincts my voice cries out aloud.

Permeating my being, and tearing the strappings of my heart.
Mendaciously you go about, with your uncanny and willful art.

Of spreading misery, and with it the throes of pain.
Emasculating my very being time and again.

Memories are cinders and the mind a fire that does burn.
Singed is the soul, for succor none to whom one can turn.

But it isn’t far, when me, you shall no longer dote
Pride swells my heart, as my lips hum this note.

A cherub shall come, and her fair hand I shall clasp.
Enmeshed in her locks, salvaged from your cruel grasp.

With folded arms and head humbly bent.
I shall thank God for the lovely angel sent.