Mud, so simple a substance,

The formula of dirt and water,

Yet even this cannot be,

When one misses the other,

This is true as love is so,

She's gone from me,

Here I cry, bitter, and lo',

I wish it could be,

She could be here with me,

And never leave,

But it cannot be,

Heave this sigh,

Immortal, unending,

With no spell to cure,

Save the missing piece of me,

That piece so pure,

Could move mountains and more,

But it is gone from me,

So must I suffer, lonely and sore,

Why can it not be?

Why can she not be here with me?

Alone, I am no more than dirt,

Mud that could not be,

Lonely, missing, and hurt.