My spirit weak, it did once peek
Upon thy wild, exquisite form.
While lost in cup I heard thee speak,
And thus did my warped heart transform.
Before, love was a foreign cant,
Unknown and strange until that day.
But thee did for me beauty grant
An unsung word: "Mi'qote".
You crossed your legs, and to thy grace
My lust wanted only to dart
and proclaim how thy lovely face
Of angels did alight my heart!
But words of love passed not my tongue
And to my feet I did not spring.
This broken drunk is far from one
To with thee laugh, and gaily sing.
So left I then, ne'er to return,
Ne'er to look back as lands I roam,
Your love a prize I'd never earn
From Amajina's miner's home.