A love sick heart cannot but rhyme love

The feelings strong, emotions riding on

As fast galloping steeds on battlefields 

Where the swords clash and victories scream

 

I'm but a man of honour and my words

Promises made shall be kept till death

Even if death doth chase me on the battlefield 

I shall still make my way with bleeding wreathes

 

Broken oaths are more like dying as coward

While fleeing from war saving oneself from enemies

I ain't a man who would die a death of a coward

Saving myself while my battalion fights till their last breath

 

To keep my promiises true, i shall come soon

With my heart decorated as a lovely bouquet 

And my honesty, loyalty playing as music divine

I shall lock you in my arms my angel true, confessing my love for you