Oh how my heart wretches everyday
As people fall to their demise
So I kept searching, night and day
For a cure I could device

In midst of the misery storm
A precious blossom bloomed
Eye to eye our feelings born
A happily ever after I assume

My sweet Matilde
Bold as rose, fresh as lavender
Even in stormy days
You are my rock and anchor

With three sons we've been blessed
My favorite section of life's page
But our joy wouldn't long last
As the plague continues to rage

Patients succumed to death like bugs
Scattered on streets, or in their beds
I tried to brew the best of drugs...