I’m not a lyric nor a music note
I am an echo of what my destiny wrote.
And while she embellishes her flowing locks
I brood often of what the future holds,
Boasts not my heart of her but keeps within
Emotions that rupture still iron folds.
Bound to her love I but cannot flee
Though to abandon her is there in me,
Shall there be a day when she in my arms
Shower love instead of coquettish charms.
The drops of blood in my loving heart fret
Her fluttering eyelashes play games yet,
When I am no more let the world bereave
A connoisseur of beauty perceive.