Is it true, my dove?
Are you really gone?
Swear to me by the love
We shared that I have gone
So entirely mad that I hear
'She is gone' every time you are here.

Guilty, I plead, of endangering your soft soul
But you are the only one
That may ever mend the hole
In my heart. You are the sun.

You are the moon and all the stars.
My faith undone is at your hands.
O, but have you gone quite far?
I beg you not to distant lands
Away from me
Drowned out at sea
Without your love I will never be
Free.

- A prisoner