Angelic demon come gouge my fears,
Make my life an eternity of tears...

Woe to those vultures,
Who evaluate friendship...

Love is an abhorment,
Fidelity is debased...

She came to us like a dove,
Flying in, swooping from above...

If I were a poet, and she my best poem,
I'd recite her to myself, till death did come...

Little friend why doth thou worry,
This life is not to be spent in a hurry...

Her beautiful brown eyes,
Do try to disguise...

Your wish is my command,
Your thoguhts are my prison...