When Precious One and 'Oneness' goes
It knows not come
It knows just go

Though lovers still and evermore
The secret fruit
It knows no more.

The place in that dear woodland strange
Where all bad thoughts did rearrange;
Has flown the place of Courtship Strange
Has left the place to ever range.

That place will never more be found
On old known trails
Or well trod ground.

In only dreams of sorrow new
T'will only be
Reborn anew.

By Agronymous