A yawn you take is a yawn deplete;

A yawn of air from the air replete.

A yawn you make creates a yawn in wait,

A yawn in symphony

Of the world repose in state.

A love like Romeo’s, I hath conceived;

A love like Juliet’s, none can deceive.

And with love comes fear, fear with love,

A boisterous fiend that devours the most gallant of courage.

But could this be,

Or is this a dreamer’s dream,

Which the moon has veiled upon my eyes,

That I see darkness upon its own form:

An act that is the Devil’s wish.

So blind me if this, marry,

Is but a vile trickery of the Devil’s musing,

For my eyes cannot behold any

But thy beauty and fairness thou emanate,

That pales the pallid moon and invigorating star.

O’ Cupid do grant me a wish,

With precise archery thou shalt release

The arrow from the bow

Bestowing inspiration, indestructible as gold,

Yet gentle as her kiss.

O’ Mathilde let this be not a dream,

That is as volatile as the sea,

As honest as a thief;

Yet, as passionate as the waves at sea,

And a thief I shall be,

Who steals your heart, mind and kiss;

My heart sings for thee.