My muse claims she valiantly loves me,
She peers beyond my emerald eyes and speaks,
Those breath-taking, ever sweet words of three,
And my vexation's blood rapidly leaks,
She bestows upon me Time's changing waves,
Grateful I am for my burden she takes,
Where's the passion that smelts my bones and veins?
My doused heart sadly breaks from this mistake,
Squelched in love I not want if she not try,
Like Iris in night and Hecate in day,
All my grand thoughts are on this: that she might,
I've no more words to say, Love's turning grey,
My muse loves me as day doth rosey dawn,
And I her, as night doth stars, though heat's gone.