Thy beauty runs amok like hearts consumed in fire.
It burns my placid flesh until I feel desire.
To thou my eyes now turn and cannot turn away.
Thou art the one I love until my dying day.
Unlike thy princely ways, my form is poor and lame.
Twisted and diseased, I stand before you lost.
Can I just hold you close, or will I lose this game?
It seems to me that I have love that’s star-crossed.
And yet stand thou there with outstretched hand?
Can I accept thy love so pure and strong?
The voices they tell me, “NO!”, but I still take a stand.
Only time will tell if this choice is wrong.
Beauty and love, together they twine
For thou, my love, are mine.