A seed of Love that never found The hallowed path to fertile ground, The fruitless trees, the orchard bare --- Bitter pain of unanswered prayer
A tired heart, trampled by Love's feet Dolefully yields in utter defeat; No eyes gaze upon its despair. Although unseen, the pain is there
An outstretched hand that no one holds As night's obsidian cloak unfolds; Mournful sobs permeate the air--- O, what pain! And no one to share
Hours of blissful happiness Followed by guile's fatal caress; Wretched pain of Love's sad farewell . . . O, what stories the past could tell!
Though such reminiscing brings regret, Still, the heart whispers "Never forget," And so to Love's treachery we're resigned, And journey on . . . with pain close behind