Here lies a man with heart so full.
He loved each day he spent with her.
His face was cast with powerful smile
as he awoke to her face, each day in denial.
'How could a woman full of such beauty,
be with this man without such purity?
Your face could stop the wind from howling,
destract the devil from constant scowling.
Within your eyes; perfect perfection,
More pure than love be your affection.'
With praise he worshiped as a goddess,
till one day he died with such proudness.
No one could see what had caused his pass,
until found poison in his glass.