I cannot swear my love on season’s peace
For flowers wilt, and ash plagues purest snow.
‘Tis fools who seek immortal empathy,
And lions feast on hearts of bow-legged does.
I cannot swear my love on sunlit days
For light torments the eyes of weakened souls.
The past is filled with fights ended ablaze,
My mouth can taste remains of bitter coal.
I cannot swear my love on starry nights
For stardust blinds the boy, naive and young.
Temptation is a fiend that shall not die,
My faith, I fear, may one day be undone.
I cannot swear on much, beloved dear,
But today, I swear my love on moments here.