Oh, what divide?
In my cradle thee must lie
In thy bosom thus digress
Right back to thy divide

For poison of the sweetest kind
Thy passion in my wake revives
To die for thee I shall
in thy passionate divide

For your crest I shall implore
Insanity I crave no more
For thy sweetest of divide
It is thee I wish explore

Oh, blades of all they Nobles
In my chest they shall decree
For thy depths I must deplore
lest I consume thy virgin spree

My heart for thee shall always mark
Ere, hours of thy lovely days
For in my deepest sense embark
The calm of thy tempestuous ways