The night wind doth howl your name most hoarsely.

My mind holds still your visage eternal.

I still feel your auburn hair so coarsely

Brush lightly against my cheeks infernal.

With every breath I curse your memory.

Lying only to my own self, I wail

That I will forget your sweet imagery

And the upstart love which did not prevail.

But my blind eyes still seek their long lost sight.

My hands remember your skin against mine.

Every act of nature must prove my right

To ever cherish a love so divine.

A piece of me rots each day we apart

For this wretch has no use for half a heart.