Her
How delightful were the times,
you were happy by my side.
Feed you,
never will I get tired.
Where would you go?
Come back to me, no?
Sadness, no more,
Peaceful, your mode.
Drink, and to me you run
Happy you were, lick my palm
Suddenly gone,
makes me think I'm done.
Sickness, it was.
Took you to me, it has.
Monday, it was,
Buried, she was.
