I come to you without pretenses or expectation

My truest feelings displayed unbelied

On my sleeve my truest heart I wear emblazoned

Without posture or playfulness or petty pride

What so entangles my mind when you are near

Like a crown of flowers or thorns wound round my head

Dispelling thought clouding reason subduing fear

Enchanted I wander to follow loves sanguine thread

Marching toward my star crossed crucifixion

Of which I shall gladly endure endless hours

For I seek no cure to remedy this sweet affliction

And with joyous praise fall to your powers