If eyes of love do intake, then eyes of hate shall surely wait. For no one yet will know if how our love does grow and grow. And sure like Romeo and Juliet will know, that our dearest love will shine and glow. They will tell of our love so pure, but till that day do meet, our lust will yet not greet.
And if kinder words had not yet spoke, then lovers do embrace. Those who art two young people know not yet of our loves of grace, this story fare not be true. But if eyes of love do by take, then eyes of lust will awake and those who true love not yet know will wide awake.
We fair are young, but age do not mean. Our love is both strong and define, of us who fare yet eighteen. I am kept a secret, while you are left to wonder free. If we had not met, than our love would have been left afret.
Others shall not yet know of lovers binder of us, for love dost not be tested through out the world. Like Romeo and fair Juliet, our unrequinted love shall stay unkown. For then eyes of love shall be opened, and eyes of lust upon do take. Our love is unwritten, but shall forever be apart of our soul.