Oh nameless grace with freckled face
Oh desert rose with curls and claws
In poverty your warm embrace
Is opulence beyond the laws
In all these times of blood and rage
A mourning dove still calls and coos
A poet still bleeds on the page
And paints you in his reds and blues
Behind the garden of his thoughts
A garnet and a ruby met
The garnet woes your beauty spots
The ruby envies your ringlets
The tavern guard will disregard
For I combine you with his wine
Give that good bard, my warm regard
Give me what\'s mine and should be mine
Oh reader read and listener hear
The magic of my tragic pen
A drop of my beloved\'s tear
Is sweeter now, was sweeter then
No herb can heal neither conceal
No reading, ritual chant or hymn,
Oh help me deal with this ordeal
Or let my cure be in this rhyme.