This great desperation
Now dwelling within me...

This child sits now before me
Moist eyes full of tears...

What is this mortals agony
This deliciously morbid fear...

Ah sweet delicate flower
With petals tattered and torn...

The sun breaks over the horizon
The dew mists lightly in the grass...

Ah, radiant butterfly of love
With your wings of rainbowed hues...

You lied to me!
Do you think I cannot see...

Another wretched day, I arise...
Pulling back the covers I sigh...

O what mortals agony is this?
A hearts deepest despair...

Lying so delicately beside me,
Within these coverlets we reside...

As on the wings of a summer breeze
You so gently drifted into the room...

There is no sun for the want of heart,
Shadows now form where there was light...