Nether am I a blossoming rose nor a musical note
I am just a fading echo of what my destiny wrote
And while she adorns her flowing locks
I brood of what the future holds
Boasts not my heart but keeps within
Emotions that breach iron folds
Bound to her love I cannot flee
Though to abandon is there in me
Shall there be a day when she in my arms
Shower tenderness instead of coquettish charms
The drops of blood in my heart fret
Her fluttering eyelashes play games yet
When I’m no more let the world bereave
A connoisseur of beauty and maybe chivalrous perceive.
