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

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

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

Mornings' daybreak beckons my spirit Arise!
The suns glistening's among the dew...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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