To be who you want

In the trials and tribulations, I see 

Sweet-nothing’s, I send to G

In their loud thunderclap

“Give up!” freaks bark

I make preparations to protect her

From death’s vicious fangs of jealousy

By people who can’t see their vulgarity

Transformed into packs

They become that

With heroic words like these

G’s perfection to me

Becomes a true queen

I’m sure G agrees, Lady who sees

We’ll leave be

Squalid attempts to debase

A better me

For that makes me more perfected for G