Strange!
The pieces I adore more than in its unit,
Your perfume overrules my sense of smell
Even in miles afar,

Alas!
Yester-moon into each other’s arms we fell,
Yet the enamoured is emptied by a third one,
Oh! Alien emotions I felt.

Your heart captured by three words I’ve uttered
Yet with another three words the fond is disrupted
“It is over,” oh! Borrow me your ears
For mine hears deceit strangest words

My lily, do store this last stanza in your remembrance,
“I love you with all your heart and mine too.”