Again the trials of life by treachery afoot,
Trick you with trap, coy to catch your boot,
Holding thee captive to cage and pain,
Singing a mad and melancholy refrain,
My hand fights, struggles to release the snare,
I've not seen such a forlorn vision,
Of beauty wild, hung by haunch, it makes an incision,
In to my Heart: all Love is bled from there.

I would traverse fate's lines for miles,
To see that disdain turned in to smiles,
Fathoming deep in to the art,
Of turning a furrow and a frown in to a blossoming Heart,
O Beauty you are composite Love,
Her truth embossed behind your eyes,
That fathom deep and wide as skies,
In to Love's exquisite trove.

May God grant freedom and say bless,
Release you from your distress,
Bear you aloft on heaven's wings,
To ferry you to him, most cherishable of things,
Yet make of you a child of Earth,
Gestating deep, sunk in soil,
With the people and the petals embroiled,
Loving her the breadth of her girth.