Thou hath stolen something,
A measure of thy own goodness,
A sight to remember, like a rainbow thou beeth,
Pierced with magnificence and a heart to follow,
Lost in thy presence, I beseek to be in the warmth of thy hands.

If forever I be denied from the kiss of your tender lips,
Thy shall bleed with a sorrow so deep no leech my heal,
Thy solemn wounds shall moralise thy dimness...
I summon the heavens to take me home.