Create no more, creation less
Devoid and conceited,
One should now learn how to repress
Admit myself defeated

And if they’d ever come to ask
For his love or devotion
Should I have done my humble task?
When this all lost proportion

Do cry no more, one tear less
Why all should drown and die
I’d thrust myself in my own thorn
My hate was much too shy

One mere wish, then wish this sore
Engulfed the lovely smear
Of blushing scars that I adore
Of eyes I’ve longed to fear.