You hide your pain,

Sorrow not to confront.

Did spirit surrender,

Cause unknown?

Confusion of no little report,

Assails the soul,

Lingering within,

Release, yet to birth.

Thoughts remain to no resort.

Yet strength of will,

Defends heart’s desire,

Confounds what might have been.

Love be enchanted sword,

To cleave the wall of pain,

Your soul to free; true devotion will be,

Sorrow’s Paean naught but requiem.