I. Quatrain Poem: Lover, I Promise
The flames dim; their embers die
My fragile will succumbs tonight
And once again before my eyes
The vision of you; I cannot fight
O sweet Mercy! Come to my aid
Must I suffer? Must I ache?
Pain consumes me and will not fade
She will only I fear, take and take
The travesty of me that still remains
Is paying for her crimes, with each day
But scandal has left me terrible stains
Even after my tries to keep her at bay
Was my offense really so great?
To fall in love and loose the game
Why have I inspired so much hate?
They slander, mock and defame.
O You, who are, my greatest folly!
The one I gave my heart and my soul
You beguiled me, with words of honey
Till, I found, I could never be whole
Your angelic face is just a façade
For I have seen the devil beneath
How long, can you, act this charade?
With that monster lurking underneath
May I ask what was it you have gained?
When you had me played for a fool
Whatever power did you aim to attain?
Your lies have formed a cesspool
And though you glee when I cry
Remember my parting promise
For this will not be, our last goodbye
Remember these words I ask this
For even if it is in another time
I swear to you; I shall return
And for every kiss and every crime
I will watch you, darling, as you burn.