Sayest thee not for I hear
Speak not as your words drive into me like nail to wood,
Your face, a characteristic of what I am to suffer.

I beg of thee, often when thou art nay.
Prayers, unanswered they will be
Years yonder I know I have tried.

My greatest folly was the entertainment of thy presence
Fresh rose petals pasted through thy body.
The lillies sought the scent of your fragrance
The Sun, enthralled by thy presence.

And stuck was I, as stone for I bore not the shield of Perseus
As I escape not from thy gaze.
Eyes of steel, a contrast of thy charms did carry
Assaulted at thy presence, knees as a day old kid

But my heart, steady as a rock,
Bidst me to beckon thy presence
And at the end, alas I had met my woe

Onto me, my folly made manifest
Onto me, my deceit revealed.
For I could never be a match, dear Nightingale I'm truly besought