My heart is filled with sorrow's sting,
Pain that overwhelms, and makes me sing,
Tears fall like rain, seeking to clear,
For every memory brings a lingering fear.

How I recall the morning dew,
When your love adorned me, pure and true,
And with your heart, you kept me anew!

But you left me, in the time we entwined,
My heart's lament echoes, longing to find,
The love we lost, and the pain that's mine, for thee.

© whodoesntlovespring