They came and they stole you, my flower

They came, Those ruthless two-faced thieves They came and Stole you away from me! They stole you away from me, my flower! And I helplessly had to observe How the injustice and trickery Tore you slowly out of my body; Inflicting burns all over! I tried to hold on, but My hands were tied! They tied my hands, my flower, With ropes! With ropes That used to truss us! Truss us next to each other During these days when deceitfulness Seems lavishly around us. It hurts so badly. I hurt and fear, my flower! I hurt and fear this frost, my flower, I fear these frigid teeth sunk Into the flesh of my fervor. Why, my flower, Why did you go away? Why did you go away, When I effortlessly made you smile?