Once a tree of love would grow

Then branches broke, leaves dried

Blowing the ashes wind cried

And I chased, chased I the shadow.

Flowers scarlet, crimson halos

How once embellished thee

Now all is lost, melancholy

Has kissed thy roots there it grows.

Longing still your clement shade

Cooling warmth against the sun.

Longing still when leaves are none

Blessed by memories, that doth not fade.