To love, to curse, the roles of your heart,
Strife, smiles, sadness and chapters to start.
Where’s the warmth that radiate such glow?
How much your blood it could spill and show
In a bond that is death to us part?
Tunes by a dress in your grim blackheart;
Swift to dance the music of Mozart.
Each a motion, grace as you must go
To love, to curse.
Take by my hand and sleep as I chart,
Of your beauty, grace, brawn and smart.
By portrait, that must paint to grow.
Envy of kings, highlights I bestow!
Death permits a wondrous grave of art!
To love and to curse…