He walks through a door and finds ravishment
Too fragile to progress, moreover bewitching to refrain
Every man is green-eyed
Every women is aghast
To why is this man of nought be enthroned to such felicity!
A bitter pill the universe has left him; a blunder!
Does irony play its role in this ill-written script?
Or does a farther more appealing figure take shape?
No others love has met theirs
A pity it would be for such an act
For they cannot be touched and streets whisper their names
Once I heard the only way for their love to be described