Of love please speak not
And forget all words on beauty
Because it still burns me a lot.
To heal sores is now my duty.

I have felt the pains of hell,
It has drained all my bliss.
Since long ago I could tell
That happiness is so amiss.

I am broken... I have no passion!
For no more tempests do I hanker,
And I consider in a listless fashion
Where to finally drop anchor.