For loneliness in a dark room,
An acrid wine with the broken groom.
And loneliness is sharp and sweet,
Unleavened bread for some to eat.
The loneliness is deep and cool,
The shadows on a pool.
A white gown whom wore by the bride,
Where the lady who's hair is unfinished braid.
A quiet lady robed and crowned,
Whom I may worship without sound.
Might the happiness of the couple will not end,
Then the loneliness of married people will not end.