As I beheld a star that weeps my eye
I plead and pry to glimmer brighter glow
as pledged in bedside woe by lips now dry
Marie awry; did then avow to show.

Distort no stellar veil - lie not to grief
whom seeks relief bestowed in speck of night
if none so shrine as bright; this meet be brief
I then debrief upon another light.

The choice of guise my love Marie so pined
is you remind of how she'd need arrive
for dark you thrive; so spread the mole to mind
left her behind, hence why - I now contrive.

Reveal her! Lighter of seraphs - that's mine
At last! Marie shines down on me - divine.