Why dost thy beauty grace this barren earth?
Sagacious saint, silently solemn, blue
Cursing the breezes and lacking due mirth
Afflicted, plagued with this hideous hue
Undesirable, this aura pesters
The loveliest who are least deserving
The ruination of a court jester
Thy lost smile they are always preserving
Thine eyes are vacant, foggy like winter
A winter that hath turned your numb heart cold
Thine joy became a sorrowful sprinter
Footsteps, racer on your eyes a tale told
My cherubic dear, do not act resigned
For sadness is of rapture merely blind.