How could someone low as I

Obtain a friend like you?

Like morning suns in deep blue skies

You set the day anew

Like baby birds in sick brown nests

Your innocence is clear

In every step you pipe a voice

That lulls my wanting ears

Your yellow tresses line your head

To frame your bight tan face

Like portraits of sweet newborns

It depicts your blue-eyed gaze

In contrast to my raven locks

Your exterior is pure

It's like pouring crystal waters

Over black and crusty shores

Yet, in my times I curse myself

For keeping you so near

When in your mind,

Have I corrupted you?

The one I held so dear