The wind blows cold and the snow falls hard,
I stand right here and I try to answer -
How can the world look so sad while you are right over
there?
The sound of wind howls by window,
The wail of banshees still echos in mind
And through the sounds of all of life's torment,
the light which is you claws its way through my brain.

And even as I ponder upon death and pain,
the thought of you is what tortures my soul,
Your mind destroys me, your feeling subdues me,
And your beauty conquers me whole.
And I hereby swear that if I find one more fair,
I shall never again speak of torture or pain,
And shall never be heard my teachings of sadness.
I shall live like all others, see the world as it crumbles,
And at last, following others,  I'll stop caring for all.

Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer.