She languishes in the cool of a summer night

Watching the shade of the dappled light

Tears are her food for all is lost

True love has vanquished her psyche at the cost

Of sleep and contentment, she lingers there

Under the blanket of rank despair

Who will save a soul so lost

Who will meet the needs she now has passed

On to others who ignore her neglect

Leaving only illness now suspect

Of being the fake that the love she bore

Over years of sorrow over and over

Now gone, true love is out of sight

Passing gently over her in the night.