If I could travel to a time which none recall,
Free from the superior's grasp, no longer as time's thrall,
Simply displaced to when none think me familiar,
Lonely Heart I would seek out and soothe her tender quiver.

Pity escorts the pain produced by this impossibility,
Emotions which you suffered much that I long to free,
From parted hearts, from glances lost, anguish enters every instant,
Sorrow spawns from time departed, rendering life amiss.

Your mind is such as evergreen, beautiful and constant;
Imperfections dot the noble form that is your body,
And so it is the worst burden that prevents your due splendor,
Intangible items birth the want that hinders.