Fairwell mundane agony,

Love you’ve chased my cares away,

My heart cold and atrophy,

Will beat just for you someday.

Your beauty is astounding,

It seems almost quite surreal,

A heart with love abounding,

Could be my single ideal.

Perhaps it’s mere trickery,

Your eyes, I’m under your-spell,

Your lips perhaps witchery,

I could never say “fairwell”.