In pain of mind and lame of word
her lovely, icèd claws
by image grip my view.
Though not in self I solace find,
a calm steals o’er my skull
and numbs my pain of love.
For longer than forever now
I wait to satiate
my thirsty soul of her.
If only I’d a vilja sought,
my soul arrest could find,
for only for forever
would she flee.