The young pale moon reminds me of your eyes.
Your lips, my love, the reddest kind of rose.
Your smile reminds me of my highest highs.
Your silken hair, a river, as it flows.

How do I measure to such loveliness?
I have my wit, my charm but little more.
How do I woo a creature straight from Venus?
When I’m a creature straight from Hell’s hot core?

Well, opposites attract or so they say.
So maybe we were meant to be a pair.
I know that I will live to rue the day
If I refuse, with you, my life to share.

So, my love, I present you my heart.

And expose myself thus to Cupid’s dart.