A sonnet of love to a heart pure as molten ore;
With reasons to be kept captive within thy lovely prism;
Of course, I shall remain marooned on this mysterious shore;
Lest, I sail far away from thy romantic phantasm;

Demons, hell and, prophesies shall rise against us;
For I am the son of the Earth and starry heaven;
Demons, hell and, prophesies shall fall beneath us;
For our love soars beyond the reach of the elderly seven;

Whilst mortals seeketh redemption from the most high;
Thou took me and soared into the wind, on thy wings of love;
Verily, I believe my immortality lies between thy Nubian thighs;
For a life without your gaze is a life worth living no more;

From the Milky Way galaxy to the Pegasus;
To the envy of Zeus, behold, a sonnet to Amicus Meus.