Long lived a lad who leaned
Neither on his intuition or instincts just his...

What an angel I've met thy sight
Your glowing eyes like emerald bright...

Tears dripped from the eyes of many
But not for our Head Tutor Mrs. Velvet Sunny...

With a veil i concealed my tears
Mourning for my maiden dear...

Am adrifted in the land of dreams
With flowing fountain and streams...

I do not wish to taint thy festive mood with such...
Because for thy solemn vow i have swore to wage...