[Oh! That blessed smile light my heart on fire]

Oh! That blessed smile light my heart on fire

And though I burn I call out for more coal

These wretched whirlwinds of hot desires

Sets my soul ablaze and out of control

I loath that high loss of stability

So I yank myself out of they firm grasp

But when you turn away I do not flee

And in your cold teasing nature I bask

I pray for your presence to grace my day

And cry for your frost is unbearable

My tender heart clicked with one made of clay

Though I love thee so, I’m detestable

My Dark Lady will torment me always

But there at her feet I shall always lay