Though, granted, I’ll see you but seldom, if ever,
Should that deter love, which is blind?
I’d sooner embrace an ethereal form
Than many a soldier kind.

For if you surrendered your heart altogether,
Then life wouldn’t be as serene;
I’d likely surrender my head altogether:
I’m wary of that guillotine.

Events disallow us from sharing our lives;
In any event, I don’t mind.
I’ve come to prefer my impossible love
To any reciprocal kind.

I suffer in love, and I suffer without,
And I suffer the least in between;
So rather than serve an unmerciful god,
I kneel to a slight figurine.