When i expect to hear, From the queen of beauties. By jail'd was my ear, And my heart's on duties.
Her words and talks, Often makes me scales pride's hut. But now,no more talks. I'm afraid she's hurt or by danger bought.
Weavers beseeches me, But my emotions will not accept. Dishes of different meals Before me. But won't eat because my queen is my precept.
I'm hungry of you. Bind me again with those pleasant rules. Sue me again to the court of heart. Gat me up and dump me in the sky.
I want you queen. I'm sure at last my emotions will win. But how long will you; Princess!? Scold me with thy absence? 17:20:08:19:28