Now where is she who once was my dawn,
The one true reason i rose each day?
Time and distance removed; i am forlorn
Though my regard for her will ever stay.
And without the dawn there can be no sun,
Thus i am deprived of even light.
In her though, i thought i'd found my one,
For she was witty and pretty and bright.
To her i delivered up my heart,
and the lumpen form in which it resides.
For too long now we have been apart,
Whilst i've shed tears which ran to tides.
Though i am now much less of a man,
I should now forget; but there's no way i can.