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.