She gazed at an empty space
Upon her visage was a stream of tears
Her quavering hand buried her face
From which a muffled sob was heard

Convulsed with utmost anguish
She delivered so dolorous a glare
Between wails she divulge me
Blighted with banes, a saddest word

What shall I descry of she?
A fine lady girded with fears and sorrows
A great burden was upon her bosom
And she blamed herself of all failures

Lonely is she, sad is she
She speak with composure of despair
Stared up to a pale moon
And dipped in severe solitude

Yet perhaps she doesnt perceive
A man who cares for her
A man who unceasedly praying
That her misery are his also

When a sea of sorrows extant before her
Know that a man is pining
for her to share the burden
and to confide to his arms

He asked, and asked and asked
What impede him from loving her?
She only learned that when she craves for consoles
There will always a man present to comfort her