Alas! Such moments bite my heel and gnaw
The last of what painted my life alive.
Oh! Please don’t nude me for inept love’s flaw,
Or flay me blue for spineless passions’ strive.
I love you, dearest, but sullied am I
To win and husband your kohl-eye’s favour.
For in its clear depths I’d this world defy,
Though no knight to clasp your heart forever.
Know me now, as once in true smile you did
That I shall love you, only you, till death.
And I beg you don’t, or of life me rid –
Of absence eclipsed-life or one sans breath.
In you is all, pardon my cowardice;
I grovel at your feet, please don’t do this.