A disaster, I am
a joke, essentially
not a knight, that is for sure
an ogre, at the very least
You, a beauty to behold
a flower to admire
light-years high, from where i crawl
charming, calm, with queenly grace.
How dare my black heart,
foul as death, decayed and rotten
have wished to be with yours,
so golden, so kind and full
A fool, indeed i am
wretched bloke, i should have stop.
Should have content myself, seeing your shadow
I just should have...
I'd rather be miserable, than smile and yet your tears fall