When I loved, her days were bright
I adored her voice and sunny smile.
Then the madness of her jealousy
cast and evil shadow; hectoring,
her voice and false her laughter.

Slowly the light of love dimmed
and my heart was filled with
anger and contempt,
I fled into my own silence
shut the door behind me
and ignored her pleas.

Back up to my mountain I went
where nature whisper words of love
when nights are long and
I miss her voice and mirth but
not the lunacy of her jealousy.