Do I say what I so desire
It would only seem like bemusing madness
But these words are fire
And would burn through the darkness
Am jealous that the winds soothe your face
To murder the sun which stresses thee
Cause you are filled with so much grace
My heart notices what the eyes cannot see
And sighting the beautiful constellation of stars
Thence, the radical imagination of my mind
Therefore, the love which doth us bind
But fate so enviously debars
Is the conjunction of the mind
And opposition of the stars.
