Her hair, burgundy
Her eyes, wandering
Her cheeks, blustered
Her complexion, rosy

A terrible thing
Hath happened to me
So great yet so tragic
That girl fell for me

When is it okay?
To date one man's bride
Anguish and shame, in me
Curdled inside

She laughs at my jousts
We tease and we cry
But not really crying
I'm dying inside