Punish thy heart for whom it loves
Scourge thy eyes for what it sees
Bind thy throat so thou cannot speak
Bend thy tongue to say what you please
I cannot fit thy solid mold
That you present to thee
Thy way of love is not so modest
But this thou cannot see
I scavenge far from the straight lines
I am forced to dance upon
But thou cannot take thy part of me
That thy love has painted on