On that day my heart grew last,
It was a mistake i fell for you too fast
My passion is the suspensive expiry,
For a woman who was beautiful, young, and fiery
By the grave I saw the storms,
Much I marveled the lucifugous maghrib,
Once I sat engaged and declining,
Sunset tormentor of my dreams,
In a kingdom full of sunsets
I awoke and flung the end.