Your Name

Your name, my darling sweet Lorraine,
rang in my ears a raw refrain.
Through years when we were far apart,
it terrorized my aching heart.

Bound you to me with cruellest cord,
cut deep like savage, steely sword.
When whispered on the wind that blew
from broken heart of me it drew

a plethora of pent-up pain.
(A feeling none could force or feign.)
Your name, I dared not breathe or write
lest ghost should haunt me in the night.

Because it was not plain like Jane,
Its sweeter sound sent me insane.
With water-torture, daily dripped,
pure poison on my lips when sipped!

Your name, my bitter-sweet Lorraine,
caused tears to flow like acid rain.
For you I’d weep – I always will!
Who’d think a name could curse or kill?