My peace is gone, my heart is heavy; I shall never find peace ever again. When he’s not with me, life’s like the grave; the whole world is turned to gall. My poor head is grazed, my poor mind is shattered. I look out my window and leave my house only for him. His proud bearing, his noble form, the smile on his lips, the power of his eyes, the magic flow of his words, the touch of his hands, and his kiss. I yearn only for him. If only I could hold him to my heart's content and parish in his kisses.