I cry
for the tender word
left unspoken
take My heart
as a token
of My deep longing
Oh, the universe
dies before My eyes
without Your embrace
and all of nature
has a color and hue
of death
Oh, My heart
returns to the grave
without Your embrace
from which You raised
it to life
by Your sweet smile
and the love that dripped
from You heart
onto My grave
a poor dead thing
without You My love
My sweet angel
let Me return
to a pile
of dry and dead
and withered  bones
Oh, the world is so cruel
It steals
the thing cherished most
let My blood freeze in My veins
or run as a red river
fate curses Me
cursed before My birth
Oh, that night
that a man child was born
let it not see the sun
forever in night
without Your love
and Your embrace
all the world is dead to Me
I the love of the only son cannot redeem
without Your embrace
death has conquered  the world.
for Me
there can be no glad tidings
every man
and every woman
I see is but
a walking bag of bones
Oh, the butterflies
that flew so gaily
there wings have all turned to grey
at night I dream of Your face
a beautiful dream
how, Oh how do I live without You
the soft wind
as it blows through the trees
reminds Me of Your sweet breath
the loving word
You whispered to Me
how it made the world
so bright and gay
Oh, I pray sweet love
let not
an ill wind
blow its icy breath
through My soul
and My bones
Oh, the grave is a deep place
and it calls to Me
when I am lost
from Your embrace
Oh, let the cold north wind
blow not on our love
the world that seems
so bright and lovely
would be but a skeleton
of its former self
nature weeps
the tears of the trees
are on the leaves
and a cold tear
flows down
flows down the face
of a cold stone angel
nature sings its sad song
a song of nevermore
never again with Me
cast Me not aside
Oh, My sweet love
for My soul's forsaken
on that day
it shall die
and I will remain
in My sad cold
grave forever.