O lady fair,do my eyes gaze gaze at any other
Beauty but your own?
With only the ink to form the description on that
Yet to be defined,
For you I'd give my all, the mind, soul and bone.
As I ascended into the light you give, I suddenly face
The darkness of the blind.
Beasts, they are but men caught in love's snare,
Tricked by a cold whisper, an angel that is cast out.
With my soul upon your finger, not yet proof of
My undying love.
