He sees her, he wants her, but cannot grasp

The enormity of love a heart can clasp

His needs come first and he leaves her in flight

No sacrifice can be had tonight.

He is the Passionate Knight of love

But only for the One above

Let him go, there is no root or hint

Of the spring of a shoot.

His passion will drive him and give him wings

As over some other Queen he sings

Passion is all he’s got

His mortal lot…