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.