The Beauty Of My Love Last It's Prime
The Beauty Of My Love Last It's Prime
He left for some unknown,
But I am now all alone.
Feeling the aches of his absence,
I last my patience.
It is because of his goodness,
That I am lost in the wilderness.
Tears are trickling down in my eyes,
Oh, I am in search of that noble prize.
Though he threw me out of his heart,
Yet he is the theme of my art.