Persephone

O, beauty and grace,

With hair as bright as the morning sun,

And skin as soft as rose petals, 

Whomst roams the sacred fields.

O, how woe is me!

The distress of thy’s loveliness, 

My heart cannot stand such distress!

Alas, I cannot have you;

Thy's beauty is simply untouched,

As sacred as a Goddess of Olympus.

Thy's gentle smile grazes my heart,

and a warmth blossoms in it.

Alas, I can only be thy's friend.

The second bell has struck,

and class is about to impede on this wonderful moment!

The thought of forsakening thy's beauty pains me,

but I must not be late for this Biology exam!

It pains me so, but goodbye, my sweet flower!

May the Gods let us meet once again!

Until then, I hope thy accepts my gift of pomegranate seeds.

Goodbye, my lovely being, and have a wonderful day in class.