In you were treasured many hopes
Tender pledging of days in grace
Bliss and dream intertwined as one
Joy such all lovers might envy

Those thoughts are mine no more
For now I am empty; bereft of you
I must endure this solitude
And nevermore behold your face

I did not seek to wring your heart
The same act surely wrong my own
I had to brace me to the dead
Hence filled my heart with wickedness