​With every action, I sought to please her;

With every charm I bore, I used dearly,

Left no stone unturned that she might conjure

The knowledge of how far I'll go for thee.

Even in my absence, I would devise

An implication, a mark left behind.

A mere request asked of me, I thought wise

To see as ordered, and the best I'd find.

Every stake I had in life, I gave up;

And every corner of it, I laid bare.

With any wine, I'd always fill her cup, 

As for the bottle, there was nothing there.

And as for my heart she never returned,

She stored in a box, while my body burned.