He begged her, a favour of union
With serenity she responded
Hoping to soothe her sorrowful mourning
And to caress her cloudy mind

She surrendered her all to love
That his will shall consent to all
With cunningness, his lovely dove
And by the mouth, she, above all.

He told her, he adores her heart
Only for her, he loves and cares
Three moons passed, she’s hurt
Responsibility, allegiance, he bears

Is this a friend we call a lover?
That when everything is sour, refuses to hover