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.
