Thus came the end of our blessed life, yet scrapped with perplexity
Perplexed reactions on everything that struck us with calamity.
It was a curse unchangeable
A failed attempt of making love, unforgettable
Now, was she gone.
A mortal object of demise, to everlasting agony or joy was she drawn.
I, once a sturdy man weak in love
Now, a hapless beggar at heart nothing could make me move.
If I could see the threshold of her immortal home
Certainly, I would declare once again my painful love, before them
They would then see my spirit hanging about forlorn
If only I could see you in the gates of the eternal realm.
Weary had become of me,
My lamentations were louder than the clamouring waves of the sea.
I wept before your sepulchral urn,
Sometimes in those moments, I sensed a familiar ghostly presence
Therefore like a obedient machine, I make a turn
And I see nothing, the senses felt blurred leaving my grieves more dense.
In between them, I long to see your face
It was never the most beautiful
Yet you held a serenity most captivating always
You filled me up with a piquant glee, relieving me in days most awful.
A lover's ballad I may compose
For now, I am artificially deadened for anything else but sentiment
I, was once a man with a sturdy built and robust poise
Now, your man lays here wailing at the lonesome living of a broken agreement.
Each remembrance of you
Was now a hopeless cimmerian reverie
That continued to pierce a touched heart, in ways anew
How I missed the wonders your eyes sent, each spark which delivered glee.
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