Oh Princess Oseghale,
A tale of smile
like sparks
Of a burning amber;
Teach my sulky lip
To tongue your dark chant

Let the woozy cloud
Bless this autumnal of passion
In an unbroken embrace
With my fairest Queen;
For your slightest touch
Consumes me

Certainly
The night that drams
Will put our faces together

I see this elysium
In the purple fountain
Of our veins
Directing the dexterity of our fingers

Should this rose
Dwell on this land
Where glory doesn't stay
Then let it not
Be end in neck's collar
For many waters
Can't quench love