Soliloquy of Love Unrequited

Oh most ancient beauty spring
From the well of Aphrodite's bosom fair
Where within the chambers of her beating heart
Rests the beauty of an angel's calling voice,
An angel's gift of love.

But how cruel is she who bring this evil
Of unrequited love upon this boy
Who sleeps without rest nor relief
Who calls to foolishness for his gift of impetuous love
Also borne unto me as a curse, a welcomed poison.

Oh sweet is the voice, oh sweet is the touch!
Harken, oh angelic beings and hear my request!
Beseech upon me her love that my heart might not break
For that fair maiden's voice is surely a pain in that which still breaks!
Mend my heart and I shall mend my own soul that I might be sanctified.

Beautiful is she who calls unto me without proper sincerity
Without her tender gift of tender promises of her own love
Of which to her and her alone I would give so freely.
Sweet winged seraphs, bring unto me her gift of heart
That I may not fall into Death's cradle with no hopeful love.