Oh! How I am malnourished.
There is a tender love in my diet missing;
The calcium is lacking, my bones are crumbling
And I fear I shall not have any lips left for first kissing.
Oh! How I despair.
More ashes to ashes are my limbs
Rather than dust to dust
For I've not received nutrition from him
Nor a single fuss.
Oh! What direction do you lie near
My foreseen healer? Tend my pains,
Let me drink the milk of romance
And let me not be a dust, let me not be a shame.