Original version set to paper a long long time ago.

Why have you forsaken me oh my love?
You have left me desolate and used up-
as you would a castoff stained garment.
You have stabbed my heart with the dagger of iniquity-
my heart bleeds not life’s blood but bitter tears-
would it were not so- but truly my life’s blood-
that my sole might be set free from this body
and I become a martyr for your perfidy.
My desire for you burns as a consuming fire within-
I ache for your thighs and your scent-
I lust for your breasts that are as ivory pink-capped hills.
I thought you the fairest of the fair-
the purest of the pure- yet, you have betrayed my love.
How shall the gods of love deal with you?
Shall not fair Venus in all her purity loath you?
And shall not even Eros despise you?
I seek you, but I do not find-
I write love sonnets to you, but they go unread-
Oh, if only these things were not, and once again
we could be as one, but alas they are, and we cannot.
So now, it must be forever farewell-
and may the gods of love forgive you as have I.

@1955