Oh precious Creole from a Caribbean Haven,

she that inhabits the vacuum of my heart.

Your kiss can quell a heart laden with fury

to save regiments from a scene of Carnage.

A man's long life span of five score and Seven

is nothing more than a fruitless lengthy age

in comparison with few seconds with thee.

Nothing else can inflict as much injury

as a minute second of your departure

from a heart you have so pierced with Cupid's dart.

Yes my love, you are dexterously fashioned

by Divine hands, distinct from every creature.

Nothing at all in this whole World gladdens me

like my love you have so graciously returned.