O! How the winds cry! O! How the earth weeps! O! How the heavens pour forth their tears!
Thy face knows no blemish! Thine eyes rich as diamonds Your perfect attributes cause all others to pale in Comparison, like the tapestries of Arachne!
O! the Sun wishes to shine as you do! No! 'Tis blasphemy to even but dream Of placing oneself above so fair a maiden. The fury of the Erinyes at those who dare Is apparent to all.
O! The thought of not seeing Your impeccable features once again Is maddening!Heartwrenching! But my gaze is like a stain Upon thee. No love is felt But pain is delt Insanity comes upon me. With little hope;much despair For me, I beg, Send a prayer I cannot; WILL not bear the agony Of which is like the apostles upon the stormy sea Whence Jesus remarked "Oh, ye of little faith."
I am such a man incapable of receiving Thine divine compliments Which I save myself from with doubt And questioning;O! the torment! I love thee, I try to show it But I am unable to merit Affection in return
Time and time again I exult you my friend, Yet how can you receive my words of praise When your words I do but raze? O! The neverending cycle which perpetuates The need for love, which does not abate How can I love you When the thought of self-love is so new? But I feel like to you I do belong Chose me or deny; the point of my song.
Oh! How the crucible of love Causes me pain in the heart Self-love does not endure in part Or in whole, but love for those dear And love for those near Is where true love starts.