Baneful Love

Every breath I have to spare,

Be spared on my virtuous lady

The beguiling beauty of hers

And she shalt be the death of me

Sculpted by venus herself, she is 

An aphrodisiac of supreme quality 

Her fomenting veneral  desires

And she shalt be the death of me

Philtre oozes out of her lips

One who has tasted it, blessed be

Her unbridled carnal cravings 

And she shalt be the death of me

She springs forth my corporeal needs

And I too indulge in gluttony

Her lascivious fettered flesh

And she, I pray, be the death of me