I can’t forget I had you,
Dear woman, sweet to hold,
That I once possessed you,
Your body, and your soul.
I still want your body,
That body young and true,
They can bury your soul, love,
I’ve soul enough for two.
I’ll cut my soul in pieces,
And breathe half into you,
And hug you: we must be, yes,
One soul and body too.