A song close and tear for the cuckold 
Hearts and souls and feelings turn cold,
Like stray polar bears frozen by snow
Without heat to cut their woe   

How delightful waiting for her sun and kiss
And the scented contentment of her bliss,   

Remembering moments I played her gongs         
Yet her tiger tore my lamb for blank wrongs..

I will return to my tears and songs,
I will return to pillows of waiting
I will call angels’ vigil for my dying