For soothe I do know why I am so sad;
The one I love has left me for the dead.
I walk amidst the blades of soft green grass,
While each verdant bloom cuts me to my last.
My love for you was like a faithful sword,
'Till it ran back to where my heart was stored.
It struck me where I tick and ceased my tock.
My love for you, it will not ever stop