I loved him, and I live to tell
That I soared angelic and fathomed hell
Musing on my Love
And now I am most different
For that feeling most magnificent
On which I roved

And now I'm banished from his care
It was perfect to dwell in there
To be brushed by generosity
But he's baffled by my moods
And my foulest words, so crude
And we're destined to dwell in animosity