Should I tell thee of the crime thou hast done?

An impasse, blunder of an offense is!

Thou have gone! Brought with thee the thing to shun

With only hope my victor – mind hissed:

“Marauder! To somewhere thou have taken”

Heart of my soul, spirit of my body

To where is it! I today am barren.

The curse to me is bound to be bloody

Well-unfound and I be lost forever,

Be back and joy in me shall be seething.

Gone again. Meaning of numb is torture.

Still thou hast come and strength in me is gaining.

So stay with me and be mine forever

And to break this vow would not be better.