Why for miss dost thou torment me so?

Hath I harmed thee in any such way?

For 'tis your beauty that does not let me go

I am captured by it from day to day.

Art thou an angel among the rest?

This cannot be, impossible I say!

For the love of thee is all I request

My heart, lacking thy love, shall decay.

But one should not find their love for I vigor.

Therefor if this love isn't meant to be,

I shall end this charade with one trigger

You can see, you may be the end of me.

But until such day, I shall bind thee tight

For in me, 'tis a fire you light.