For if I tell the tale of your divine beauty,

I would be toldsuch does not exist in our realm,

Indeed, they would all mock me,

And replace my mask with a decorative, branded helm,

If I would descibe thy's divine grace,

And write hymns to praise thou's divine spirit,

Them and thee would capture me in disgrace,

And none would ever again think to hear it,

But thou art the most lovely, matching that of an angel,

And thou hath a spirit of light, for it healed my dark own,

Thou art divine in beauty from every angle,

And thou hath a spirit unsurpassed from which radiant light hath grown,

But their ridicule and distaste I doth not fear,

But that thee may not hold my love ever so dear.