My heart’s distraught and dead is my desire
For he whom I did love is torn from me.
The skin that he touched is a witches fire
So in my heart I wonder,can this be?
The play of death enacted now is done’
To home and to the real I have returned
Yet no more through this door will my king come.
Oh God and cunning angels, you me spurn.
What is my world when he I loved is gone?
How to see and feel now I am bare.
Yet is this not the fate of everyone?
History reveals what others daren’t.
The pain of loss in labour for my heart
To be reborn, to make, soon,one more start
How my heart sings 