Elizabeth has gone away from me
So with another man she can belong.
And I feel now inside what agony.
And in my head the thought of, what went wrong?
Was it my touch? My kisses not quite sweet?
Perhaps my voice that gives an ugly sound.
Or then my rod that she felt not complete.
Or maybe this: She me so plain just found.
Now I am what the left do always think,
Thinking myself the wrong, the fault, the cause.
When I should clearly these thoughts fore`er think