Aline you are beguiling,

You frustrate and you enchant,

Rose bud lips pressed unsmiling,

Dead seed of love you replant.

Your grace and your chastity,

Haunt me more than mere beauty,

As I lie waked anxiously,

Thinking about what could-be.

Dark hair and eyes enthralling,

A kiss moon goddess Selene,

It’s all I ask while-falling,

From the one that’s called Aline.