Thine heart, oh fair one, I again do not seek
Too noble art thy grace that a tanned soul should obtain
Only let thy patient listener hearken to a tongue so weak
For in few a vile crust is a core thou shalt find not in vain

Thy pleasure was the sun that beamed my everyday
The dark skies held no huito make my night, thy smile bereaved face didst
So let thy patient listener hearken and thy noble heart judge the mortal who was wont to abide
But rode against the surging tides of so heightened a passion and overwhelming greed

For every step taken aback, every cry ignored, and bridge destroyed
The zenith of thy joy and the crest of thy fulfilment I didst seek, and a perfect life to thee restored