My Little darling,
Why such remorse?
Your eyes veiled in sorrow,
And lips sealing a sob.
Why my dear,
There’s nothing to cry about.
Do not fear
That you’re about to die.
Come my lovely,
Do not be bitter.
Make yourself up
Do not jitter.
I promise to remember you
To miss you till I last.
But, do not torment me, dear
Like haunting past.
Do die happy darling
Do not feel remorse.
Do not be unwilling
Do not remain a ghost.
Sleep, my love
And sleep well.
Do not on these foes
Do not dwell.
Do not fight my Ophelia
Do not refuse.
Bid me goodbye
My dearest Muse.
For I am too small
To fight my fear.
I am too weak
To endure and to bear.
Words are heavy
And my Pen is dried.
Rhymes have left my home
And the world takes sides.
Go away, my dear
For I fail to feed you.
Leave my dearest Muse,
Adieu, adieu!