She could sigh to arouse the air around,
Adorable, soft-spoken and sweet; I was bound
Not to her, but to the thought of us together.
Could this never be? My mind was unsound.
How should I know, what I had fallen for?
Angels and enchantresses bore no distinction here
Nevertheless, I returned home, with her fragrance on my hand,
After all, though I was hers, she will never be been mine.