The death of a woman's love

The woman lonely once more,
without the man she does still adore,
swept away in tears of sorrow,
for she shall wake alone on the morrow,
will she find happiness again
,maybe without the company of any men,
does she live alone,
destined to cry and moan,
or revel in the realm of the living,
and look upon her friends grinning
to cheer up the melancholy,
of a woman who's love has been taken by the Holy