1. My narcissus-cheeked rose, warlocks recite
Of the magic in your gaze and glance they write

2. Your dimpled cheeks tell tales of hornets that met
Above pure musk and nestled over julnar's net

3. Your wine-red lips part like embers that stir
The cores of lovers-moths that cluster and blur

4. My love for you is lasting, though I hear no more
The calumny of enviers at my door

5. By God! Though I am now but dust, to you I'll bind
For my soul itself is lost in love so blind