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.