You’ve taken all my happiness with you.
This empty life I lead is watered through
With quiet sighs and seas of unshed tears.
I miss your laughter ringing in my ears.
That time is past, and what I took as true
Is but a gentle breeze: a breath, a moue,
A pretty sight for all my youthful years,
To bid me grow, to overcome my fears.
Would I be wise, or love you like a fool?
Ah! Such it is that wisdom I would scorn,
To live a foolish joy in lovers’ pull.
I’d offer you my all, I’d be reborn…
But now I watch my image in a pool
Unwashed with tears. My soul cries out, forlorn.