Ertvelde is a place
Where she lives
The ambience of a home
Where she can not feel very easy
There are things, money could buy
But, did they share the pain?
Did they feed her starving heart?

When you embrace
The things you like
And kiss the things you love
Did they feel your sentient being?
Shall they really compensate the scarcity you feel?

If I am not wrong,
May I ask you to lessen thy grief?
Even if it is inadequate
From the distance I live.