May your great deeds, oh favourite,
to the darkest spots of this globe
could you be locked, follow you.
Should you be mocked, set yourself free,
would you be socked, cover your scheme.
Love is viable with no attributes
such as willpower, it is a feeling
that can be dominating.
Wish your trust you had rendered unto me
Might as the grim gatherer rip never croak;
For your care you brought unto myself
Have narrowed my visual perception
only into your own visual aspect.
May you be glittering, glaringly
like a voltaic-powered gem
till the sleep of myself.