Your soft hands caressed my tear-stained face.
For you were gentle in times of roughness.
I'd wish to see you once more my love.
To look upon thine face once more.
To hear the magical sound of your voice would be enough.
Were you not the undoing of that Great War?
Without your noble sacrifice we'd all be dead.
Alas your heart was intertwined with mine.
Shall i be condemned to a loveless life?
For my only love is forever lost.
My heart was yours when mine eyes fell upon thine fairness.
It was a joyous occasion when we met, for I was stricken.
It was a wicked as the plague, killing millions.
And I was it's first victim.