Oh woe is me, for I my heart misplaced,

When you, endowing wings, had set it free.

But now, it trembles in the open space,

So frightened, with no place for it to flee.

My heart, it sought the shelter of your arms,

So beautiful and soft, as they did seem,

As such, it fell a victim to your charms,

And laid its life on little but a dream.

But though you did inspire love, its flight,

No nest had you, no home, no love to match.

And so it stands alone this winter night,

Split into two, no bond shall reattach.

Hear now, it gasps away its final breath,

You gave it life, as such, you deal its death.