The sea was aglitter under a sky Of sunset's final red; We sat, alone and silent by The lonely fisherman's shed. The waters washed and the vapors rose, The seagull flew far and about, Then from your eyes that brimmed with love The tears came falling out. I saw them fall onto your hand, Then quickly knelt to cup Your hand in mine, and from your hand I drank your teardrops up. My body has shriveled since that day. The soul has been dying for years. That wretched pestilential vixen Has poisoned me with tears.