I own the most shiny diamond a man could ever possess

The finest of golds, lavish jewelries

Even I hold large masses of prosperous lands

And keeps the most pleasant chamber above them all

Then why am I sorrowful still

Albeit of the things I could boast all day long

Why is it that I cannot be happy with extravagance and grandeur

More so savor these abundances of goods and chattels

. . . Isabelle

Perhaps you could fill in the gaps I have been missing

From all these years of contemplation

Why am I always looking so forlorn?

Isabelle . . . No . . .

My Isabelle . . . I very much know

You have been aware for a long time

On why I cannot seem to form a grin

Or why I cannot earn comfort in my own manor

Is because I only find solace with you

My lovely Isabelle . . .

Why do you have to go away

And exist only in my deepest and fondest of memories

My love, I am endlessly grieving

Do you also think about me?

Maybe if I try and find you there

You won't just live in my mind anymore

This junk of possessions means not a single thing

If I don't have you