The parsnip soup was delicate yet strong..
Here the flavour lingers on my tongue
We had chopped fruit and ice cream in a tub
All I need is he whom I still love.
I need to be caressed but not too much
I shall beat off strangers with a crutch
For women are no longer victims of strong men
Hear my words and write them with a pen
Before a year had passed I lost our child
No longer newly weds on the Church aisle
No longer pure and innocent and free
In love with death for God has tortured me
I am not Job my bloody sheets agree
I’ll not beg for mercy , hear my plea
O dangerous cliffs I’ll wander with the wild
For God has killed my heart and now my child.