Tears a thousand, fiery they burn. Memory of someone for whom I should yearn.

Emotion wracked with a lonely thought. Lives are twisted, broken, and bought

I hate this betrayal of truth and life. I wish I could be with you, make you my wife.

It cannot be this long sought hope. This unbind able knot in this triple braid rope.

Where are you hiding your mind? Why cannot I see you? Is my heart blind?

I will meet you soon if that is the will. For you Mlady, I burn yet still.