"Then nightly sings the staring owl"

I seek just like the clod of clay
to memorize true love's dossier
and put outside my mind
this lewd and lurky madrigal
that feigns itself as sweet and musical.

Then together we, in flames went down,
I lost my soul, he lost his crown
that calm summer night
when I resolved to never be
entrapped by love's philosophy.

I will survive into the sadness though
looking to the skies from my bright borough,
and whatever it is I know of love,
I've learned through the loss of it,
and it appears to be inadequate.