my soul has found itself alone,
deep dark thoughts of my tomb stone,
these thoughts i cannot banish,
nor visions of love never to vanish,
spirits of dead love are the token,
that made my lonely heart broken,
the daggers of hate cut deep,
never never relenting, i cannot sleep,
ti's i who lay here, seeping woeful tears,
of memories of a sweet erotic kiss,
lo, those have passed over the years,
twas flowers of love over thirty springs,
alas withered as they slowly rose,
my tortured love, oh may she sleep,
as ever lasting, forlorn and deep,
i lie chambered, with unopened eye,
while ghosts, of my soul float by,
as the pale white lilies wave,
above my nameless stone,
far into the forrest, dim and old,
over my grave moss hath grown,
and though i am dead, yet alive,
never can I be, sweet lady, alone?
