I often gaze upon thy wondrous face

and see thy hair as dark as the abyss

like the gods of old you have divine grace



with you in grasp my existence is bliss

Please know you’re my muse, my Aphrodite

Like the sun and the moon we are so close

but our arrivals are most untimely

Your love is the treasure I seek the most

Yet like Judas you have deceived my heart

Oh! Helen of Troy who is the Paris

who would insist that our love be apart

and curses me with such sickness ceaseless

What great and horrid debt do I now owe

To make the old hands of fate curse me so