Pains and discomfiture whenever your memory
Creases my mind, especially the moments we made merry
You an art piece sculpted out of chocolate
But my love your heart couldn’t accommodate.
Yourself a lass from Yorkshire
I seemingly couldn’t tame your fire
Though I tried, it was an exercise in futility
It’s doubtless we shared zero compatibility
But I loved you still
My affection for you harder than steel
You were a butterfly that flew over my emotional atmosphere
For my eyes to behold your beauty whilst my faculties barely cohere
Am still in shackles in your prison
Hope you’ll unbind me out of your own volition.