Lovers' Battle of Byron

Long, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell.

And the rage will subdue me,

'Til my tears carve a well

From the bricks of your blooming,

Bright, bristling love.

I give you, while glooming,

Some fake plastic dove.

Your sparkling iris,

The spark of some flame

That burns down my homeland,

You revel in fame.

Same arsonist given

The highest of praise.

Insane I've been driven,

My madness displays.

In love with your keeper,

I'd beg for your key.

I'd beckon the reaper—

Your ending would be.

Your scraps I would sell,

In your tears I would swim.

With your funeral bell,

I would serenade him.

I'm gone and I'm dead,

I'm weak and I'm tame.

And you know that I've bled

For your curse of a name.

So until one of we

Is drowned in some well.

I'll forever love thee,

Too deeply to tell.