For her, I do mourn,
Often her stay is an awfully brief sojourn,
To encounter her demise prematurely, she's too frequently born.
An oath to you, most have sworn.
 
            TO Mourn for LOVE
 
Indeed, you are quite fragile and naive,
Your depth and ways, I sometimes just find it difficult to believe,
And because of the manner in which you are oftentimes treated, I grieve!
 
           TO Mourn for LOVE
 
They deprive you of your innocence, and then go straightway to deflower,
Taking pleasure in every second, not the minute or the hour,
Completely demolishing you at times, so you can no longer exist, much less tower!