My rosemary, you have gone. Long, far away.
It's time for my heart to take leave of yours.
I gave you my completeness and my all,
But my poor heart’s death, took all love with it
My mind is now so insanely displaced.
This castle is running rancid.
I must be cruel only to be kind,
This bad begins and worse remains behind.
Love is much; I must leave as the hate comes.
I’m drowning – it’s in your destruction.
You drive me to this sin, me on my knees.
The truth, I know, that you won’t dare tell me.
Rue. I suffer for you and forgiveness.
But this daisy has died; violets withered.