O inconstant love; infernal emotion

Be gentle, my sweet demise!

I was too foolhardy to see my destruction

Cloaked in that amiable guise

Behind that smile lies such deceit

That this I was soon to surmise

A heavenly visage veils perdition

That naught in your nature belies

Yet such ardour had I for your embrace

I cared not for what was right

Instead I nurtured my blossoming love

Ignoring the origins blight

But your iniquities were so perversive

My conscience grew less contrite

Until now we two reprobate souls

Are trapped in an eternal plight

So angels on high and demons below

Attest to my fall from grace

As winged Seraphs from paradise

My actions they did lambaste

But there’s no force on heaven nor on earth

Could’ve prevented my laying waste

For what once I imagined Ambrosian love

Converted me to a scapegrace