I heard your name,
and I shed a tear.
The wind whispered it
as if you were near.
Pale grew my cheeks,
longing for your kiss.
I have never known
such sorrow as this.
I carry my heart
high upon my brow;
never have I yearned
more than I yearn now.
All promises broken,
you descended from fame,
yet your mere name spoken
rekindles the flame.