We needed no heater
When our marriage was young,
For love was our warming fire,
And the air was sweeter
When it filled either lung.
Why did we let it expire?

They say that love is blind,
And truly I ne’er saw
Your many frailties. Instead,
All that my eyes could find
Was sweetness and pure awe.
Then, why should our love be dead?

I could almost eat off of love,
And it had the sweetest savour.
Love was such a glorious feast!
Fallen like fruit from high above,
It has the most rancid flavour;
You sup like a vulturous beast.

To love was to be in heaven,
And I worshipped you on your dais.
I was an Adam who ne’er fell.
But now paradise is riven,
And I have been exiled to lies.
Only Adam knows of my Hell!