Millais, Everett John Sir: Ophelia, 1851-1852 (Tate Britain) – painting reference.
There is a heartache,
Where I wish you were,
A bullet-hole in my heart.
There is a sting,
Wanting to be together,
A sling for our freedom.
There is a pain,
Wherever you are not,
The sound of a gunshot.
Three months passed in silence;
When my love came to me unexpectedly:
A well of Spring rejoice;
Her lips felt like an ocean moist.
A wasteland of tropical thunder,
All our cries were put asunder.
Three days passed in retreat;
When my love spoke finally of Deceit:
We are born without knowledge of such things;
As love can fly and spread its wings.
Without me go on and live life quietly;
Praying in silence to he who is Deity.
Another three months came and went;
But my love had vanished on time bent:
In contemplation, spending night and day;
Where no passions dare grow wayward.
Forever in memory will her promise remain;
Earthly desires forbidden immemorial.
Your gentle hands to wipe away my tears
I give you nothing but these.
It was in the name of happiness, Your paradise.
But deceived by love I was
Mockery set forth upon my soul.
But how I loved him;
My sweet light,
And my abomination.