Lament of Love's Legacy
Quips of old now haunt my mind,
Ghosts of deeds I left behind.Clothes I wore are
frayed and worn,
Yet the needlework remains unborn.
For my love for maids and men,
I gave my gold and silver then.
This bitter legacy I now impart,
Shared by all with a heavy heart.
In poverty and wealth alike,
Love's memory lingers, a cruel strike |