When my happiness did arise, gardens were in thine eyes,
Now my shipwrecked heart sighs with the frost and ruin in thine eyes.
Is there defense against indifference
Seen in ungleeful eyes — once warm, kind eyes!
Can the heart that fluttered now shudder
When seeing her passing with longing eyes?
The breath quickened with delight, now with fright
To see such a stoic gaze in her eyes.
The glance that once did revive, makes me die,
And I, and I have no place in her eyes.
Sigh, slowly, softly sigh so not to cry
Because there were no gardens in her eyes.
Hold a moment more; love is love — nothing more;
And never more in her unloving eyes.