I love you but you do not love me back
Might as well just kick me in the sack
I am used to the pain already
So full of suffering, I am ready

I no longer concern myself with why
Likely due to a misunderstood sigh
As I contemplate a higher self
I am ill content being put on the shelf

What I see and learn over time
I convey in a simple rhyme
To loosen the captive fetters
Adhering to the Roman letters

Though my voice is small
It will soon be tall
As is the order I heard
One that is not absurd

The Lord is here and now
Will you assume another vow?
He waits patiently for a response
Ever since the Renaissance