I walk through my days in a haze without you,
And my nights seem like a blight without you,
And even the light seems dark and very stark,
As I blunder along the way and wonder where
You are, my bright star, and shiver with fright;
Will you return to make my heart burn again?
Life is just not the same and no game to play,
O my Beloved . . . in your absence . . . absence