It's a wonder to me, this beauty I see,
and the love from her that I beseech,
isn't given, but of mine she'll leech.
I'm fine with this I'm sad to say,
for she's the woman whom I wish to stay,
and should she ask me for a toll,
I'll pay for her in blood debts full.
The emotions that run through my veins tonight,
they burn with a passion,
similar to fire, alight,
yet incomparable still to beauty of such,
I'm afraid I've never loved this much.
