1. What can I say, and no blame on time,
When I have lost you like an eye its vision.

2. O you whom I praised, never maligned your love,
While most people's affection can be bent by smoke.

3. None can compare, my dear, to the bond we knew,
My spirit was extracted from your very flesh.

4. And when I contemplated your perfect graces,
I found no grace, no beauty there at all.

5. Estrangement shattered what once joined our lives,
As though what was, had never come to be.