Elegy of a Man Once Loved

Who is this cruel god?
To take my love from me;
The churchyard grass has long since been trod,
Why won't the pain just go quietly?

I wonder if she knows,
Where ever she is now,
How much I need her; it surely shows,
For the pain rests hard upon my brow.

Now I wake everyday
To a world cold, unkind,
And no matter what I do or say
I cannot keep her out of my mind.

It hurts; it hurts so much,
My heart is ripped open,
For the need, so strong, to feel her touch.
It cannot be expressed by this pen.

Oh, such a cruel god is he
To take my love away from me