I strive with all myn might to still the call,
For love that once was deep, now turned to thrall.
I gave thee all, yet thou didst trample me,
And scorned mine heart, with no pity to see.

I fight to hold my wrath from thee,
That thou might feel the weight o' mine agony.
I turn mine eyes from likenesses we made,
For they bring naught but sorrow, pale and fade.

An thou and I should meet again,
I pray my heart be free of thee,
That peace may reign where grief didst dwell,
And joy replace the ache I know too well.