She curses me with empty pages.

Her scented charms the strongest cages.

I could write, I could scribble a tome!

Though, reasoned thoughts could not find a home.

But oh, oh! The acme of discovery!

To find the lines which hold her beauty.

Yet alas, to-day is not so to be.

Languishing in a cell sans a key.

A cell of charms which bear no description,

The thirst to grant one, my enduring affliction.