He molded thee with his own mighty hands

Thy beauty is shown through his fine, personal touch

He madeth thee to beest farest in the lands

That gent hath made thee compared to nonesuch

Thy dazzling beauty lights up the night

Thy wits art matched only to the bright scholars 

Upon every sight, thee maketh lungs airtight

Unless with thee I fit to beest a bachelor  

Yet thy unprecedented love, I fear
For time hath no predictability 

Every time I heareth this and can't baer

For future lies a want of imagery

All I truly wish is to love thee still

But coequal with love toxic pain mine brain fills