Why dost thy beauty grace this barren earth?

Sagacious saint, silently solemn, blue

Cursing the breezes and lacking due mirth

Afflicted, plagued with this hideous hue

Undesirable, this aura pesters

The loveliest who are least deserving

The ruination of a court jester

Thy lost smile they are always preserving

Thine eyes are vacant, foggy like winter

A winter that hath turned your numb heart cold

Thine joy became a sorrowful sprinter

Footsteps, racer on your eyes a tale told

My cherubic dear, do not act resigned

For sadness is of rapture merely blind.