The birth of fame tis the creative mind,
Where affluence and treasures occupy
And such glory did fortune herein find,
In eyes of sycophant and passersby.
For those who do flaunt and play the hedon,
Pledge their hearts to fast pleasured bounty
Yet, I were one, thou would find me redone;
Seeking refuge in another’s county.
My love is the inmost recess of hearts
Born of empathy and grace abounding,
Of more belief as nature’s word imparts,
And holding thee close to mine heart pounding.
Bound in this vision, that thou mayst see,
All things I love, art all you are to me.