On the day I lost the one so kind and fair
I fixed the world with an icy glare
My gaze fell upon every empty chair
And I wondered who once sat there

I knew she was still here
Of nothing I fealt fear
Because she was still with me
In a way which no one will ever know

She lives within my heart
In a little part
That with all her care
She put there

Yet mourn I did
Sadness I felt
Yet she still lives on
And she will always be here

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Variach, in the year 119 MA.