If solitude follows grief

This heart of mine a wilderness

Splendid  memories indeed hardly a relief

What comfort offers a last caress?

What comfort offers a last caress?



No more flowers to pick in May

Any words are all in vain

No more flowers to pick in May

Any words are all in vain



Love is a gift from Heaven

Lifts into grace our lowest desires

Shared with angels By Gods given

Like passion, a spark of immortal fire



This heart of mine a wilderness

This heart of mine a wilderness

What comfort offers a last caress?

What comfort offers a last caress?



But beautiful poems do not cover pain

In loss I cannot sense any splendour

Comforting words are all in vain

Yesterday's ghosts seem too tender



Tragedy grand in a theatre play

They claim sunshine to follow after rain

But no more flowers to pick in May

For death she is all the same



What comfort offers a last caress?

What comfort offers a last caress?



No more flowers to pick in May

Any words are all in vain

No more flowers to pick in May

Any words are all in vain