If indeed she is no more
what then these tears
do ye fall ye for
for she lies not silent
in a grave
for sorrow sure would make me slave
her affection she has taken for a while
when the sun sure was her smile
her breath indeed was the breeze
to fill all my recesses
If my plea is music sweet
to make her return and meet
my love still burns
even more my grief
for sure I am not
I question If