Posthumously you gave to me the gift of passion and love.
Feelings, pouring from the very marrow of my soul - 
Long repressed, deprived of the sun, 
Now growing, flourishing in your light
Released in me by your death.

Passion such that I never knew, 
consuming my every thought - 
Poems flowing from this newly formed being, 
A gift, Amanda... 
from your loving heart.

Oh, how I would gladly bottle my feelings,
My poems, my passion, my soul - 
And bury them deep beneath the rocky soil, 
To give him his gentle English queen...
For one night of mortal love.