• To C.J.F., you will always be my first.

    I mourn the death of love
    As I look at myself from above
    From way on high
    As if from a ledge, will I die?
    Will I keep my sanity?
    Oh who in the world can she pity
    She, the one who will love
    Only me, as does the dove
    To her I shall go anon
    And love her only from now on
    In her hands as gentle as the snow
    That is where I shall know
    An end to loneliness
    The beginning of bliss, endless.