Sarah wouldn't speak to me her lips as cold as snow
The barren lands inside her eyes, such place I wouldn't go
I long to feel the warmth,that danced beneath her summer skin
But all that's left is valentines and tears from dearest kin

My gentle longing lover, your death has brought me sight
If you have gone to heaven, then I have slept the nights
In caves with twirling flames, that give off no such light
Amongst the wicked witches and the men from Dante's plight

What sorrow that surrounds us, yet my sorrow is the same
without your golden voice only devils call my name