Love thou art bewitching,
neither Earth, fear, or sky
could ever separate you
from whom you match, that is no lie.

Love thou art blinding,
When I look upon your face
I feel the words, and see your grace
yet no light comes from it entwining.

Love thou aren't simple,
For though I love Woman ,
my soul churns, and with guilt it burns
for whom I might love?

Amidst your endless aim,
and unfathomed reasons veiled,
I die in pain, by loss of sane,
To my love, and without love..