The draught of my soul
has emptied the whole
of my poor mind
and heart

I have now to blame
only myself
for the sorrows and pains
in me

I am sick on the bed
with her in my mind
yet without her
how might I live

She gave so much hope
and joy and peace
yet wrought a dark place
within me

My comfort or sickness
no one can tell
except the one
who knows my heart