Love doth not with sealed eyes dear
Thy righteous soul so tastefully crafted
Obliterate they all hope like a dead flower
Trust no one in impulse sweet princess
Thy heart is still tender; a fragile crystal
Unacquainted with worldly abominations
That'll turn thy life truly pitilessly abysmal
From lips indifferent of caution thee sing
The delight of affection, the joys it brings
Never have yet thee however tasted so far
The griefs that ensue, gravely bitter which are
The mournful sentiments of passing spring
Vanish when lovers without trace or reckoning
Elaborately serene thou art sweetheart
Expressively radiant thy gaily blue eyes
Engrossed perennially in youthful fancies
Enraptured by music, poetry & sweet lies
Oh just forgive my being so coldly practical
For I gravely fear the premonition of betrayal
One that may set upon thee so appallingly
Bereave thee of thy innocence remorselessly
