O, baby, love has adopted pain,
A bitterness mingled with hazy desire
For a sweetness of hard language to learn.
Behold, with such a regret wood shares fire,
And with a conspiracy of both, heat grades
High or low, then turns ashes and fades,
What time allows, they wouldn't last long
As the wane roses rush to be a trifle straw,
That have accomplished her duty to prove,
What magnificence is to display her gratitude
For a crude phenomenon with sacred attitude,
Which destroys their beauty for the sake of love.
So we shall witness the vanish of the glow,
Of what seemed extremely warm and strong,
Of the semblance that deceives who know,
See how many wisdoms have been proved wrong,
But I hope my hypothesis is a silly dress;
A suit of my languished soul in progress.