I look with sorrow at my life,
On which the lights have dimmed.
Without my lover, friend and wife,
I feel like milk that’s skimmed.

And yet I know that’s but a dream –
A thing of make-believe.
In truth, I’m like a solar beam,
And there’s no need to grieve.

And yet your love was like a word
That melted on my tongue;
I felt myself to be a bird
Whose song is sweetly sung.

As such, I miss you oh so much
And long to feel your loving touch.

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