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.