Alas! My heart is heartless;
I feel not the emotions of love
nor do the stars of her thoughts
glitter the sky of my murky heart.

My heart, like the dark could, spreads
its wings, and hinders the sunlight
from reaching her eyes, but yet
she waits for me with stars in her eyes.

I have given her nothing, yet she
believes that she is getting more
and rests her prodigious hope,
upon the lap of my dissolute core.

In her soul flows the pristine brook
of conviction, for she knows, she will
win back my love someday. With this
luminous dream she passes her days.