I observed orange embers glowing as the fires flame was slowing
in the morning she’d be going–going off to find true love.
All the while I can’t help crying–something in me surely dying;
wasn’t our love still worth trying? It’s her face I’m dreaming of.
Cards, it seems, were stacked against us; was our love merely fictitious?
Oh, sweet nectar, so delicious–delicious as bees’ honeycomb.
Now the taste has gotten bitter; stars still shine but do not glitter.
Ah, alas, I did permit her to depart our humble home.
Tears stream down our cheeks in knowing lifeblood of our love quit flowing.
She looked back, her visage glowing, as she said her last Good-byes.
"At the risk of sounding sappy, please, my sweet, always be happy;"
She turned ‘round, one last look at me; that's when all within me dies.
I can’t help but sit and wonder as my heartbeat pounds like thunder
why my heart was cast asunder–now as black as lumps of coal.
Turned to stone, it lies here waiting in my chest whilst I’m creating
walls of ice built, thus debating–will my soul again feel whole?