Melt me, undressed
is your fear
of my youth and way

Find me posessed,
I am near.
My choice is to stay.

But we, distressed,
are not clear
what course we must play.

Sadly I rest
with a tear
on eye, stand at bay

And he is blessed
in this year
while I was away.

Fury is best
in his ear,
not my dying day

To be the best
is his cheer,
you cry for his sway

You see, caressed
I appear
a lie, you would say,

and we have guessed
it is here.
Goodbye. You leave today.