Lo, the green meadow and cool bubbling brook
Cannot grant
peace to one who is on fire.
Swept up in flames, I was seared with one look
Of those smoldering eyes; deadly desire.
I sing melodies with the birds and bees,
I float upon
air and live without care,
Often to find myself brimming with glee,
Though aching for the sweet scent of thy hair.
To profess my love, vows of forever.
I bid thee, make
me thy humble servant.
This seems a most honorable endeavor,
For one who was too long a miscreant.
Now my deeds all be fair and honor true,
I have
been reformed by my love for you.
