Can love be compared to a dazzling sun?
Or a lover's temperament to a god's?
Can any man truly compare to one
That has captured my heart? Scheherazade's
Stories can tell nothing of true romance
If I'm obsessed with a divinity.
And for once, I'm taking an unfeigned chance
At love. Once bitten, twice shy was for me
Sound counsel; but a slight taste of true love
Quickly changed my psyche. It tasted so pure
And so sweet like manna from up above
That one can't partake, and not feel secure;
But alas! This feeling lasts not to long
And makes for lethargy; despondent song.