You were as cold as ice;
Lest my heart so desires.
Even for the lips hath closed,
Dull eyes are hurled.
Your foreign thoughts I have fathomed
Through the silence of your scowl.
As my head lies, low and down,
I cringed at most about your indelicacy.
You were as frozen as the moon;
Never came across, always far from home.
Though your sad glance glitters,
The sparks of yours never burned.
I have wondered, swam arcane,
Your ocean with full of midnight solitude
From a tidal that has consumed my bones,
Now I bless you with a farewell in your room.