If only you would hear my silent plea, my love.
My heart sails for you like the lonely dove
of my lonely existence, I burn for you indeed,
More than a highly sought-after “Assassin’s Creed.”

Why oh why must you always turn a blind eye,
Yonder towards his gaze, even when I
Am cloaked in a sorrowful, darkened haze,
As I hearken after a glimpse of your gaze.

Thee art sweet like the finest ice cream
But oftimes on talking to you I wish only to scream
For you will not hear me, my love of woe,
As you are infatuated with a powerful foe.

If only you would hear my silent plea, my love.
My heart sails for you like the lonely dove
I have sent for you upon the still air,
Would that it be, that you would ever care.