Good bye my love—I know you’ve found another,

And I will spare the anguish and the shame

Of lovers true now cruelly torn asunder—

For words and tears can nothing lost reclaim.

Your trunk lies ready, waiting by the door,

The note within requests you leave the key;

No need to settle any further score—

All bonds are gone, bound spirits now set free.

What does it matter what was said or done,

Or who did what unto, and when, and where?

This love that sprang from truth is dead and gone—

All hope lies razed, beyond a gods’ repair.

So bleeds two hearts that once blushed red with love,

Blanched in despair atonement cannot salve.