I see thou walking over there, 
With a single rose in thine hand, 
Hafst thou loved another, 
Just as I hafst loved thee? 

Why, Randal, must thou leave me so? 
I hafst been nothing but good to thee. 
I prepare thy food, watch thy children. 
I hafst done everything thou hath asked of me. 

My heart aches for thee. 
Thou hafst pricked it with a thorn. 
For thou hafst cast me aside. 
I guess thou hafst never truly loved me. 

Thou know me the best. 
All my dreams and fears. 
What I value the most. 
How shall I live without thee?