Here's to all the lovesick dilettantes
Telling of lost, broken souls and defiled consecrations
In the bindings of hidden compositions
That will never see the light of day in the transient eyes of lost paramours

Oh, how they ache for one more night of heated embrace
But alas, they're stuck wallowing in the depths of their own melancholy tribulations,
Only to be read by the few fellow dilettantes that pass on their way
And die away in the passed-around hearts of their once beloveds