How gruesome the challenge of loneliness!
If I could never see you again
I’m a dry cinder, aimless, my sorrow begin.
Does it suffice that I see you no more?
My heart would bleed, you know, dry and sore.
Where are you? Can I seek you in earth’s mess?

All the flowers that bloom will ever be so gloom.
My Fates shalt falter if I can’t touch
Your pearl-chiselled lips; my agony’s such.
Would you sit betwixt me and my sorrow?
Smother with your eyes, Dear, this squalid morrow?
What are you whispering? Should I rust in love’s doom?

Are you not fleeting from my desperate reach?
If only I could halt you for a divine moment,
Unwreathe my agony, Sweet, and this torment!
Would you only desire me, love me for what I am?
My infertile Self will pasture, my drifting life I’ll dam.

Am I not beseeching? Would you my heart let breach?