Between us stands a double wall
	which separates our love.

In avatar of brick and stone
	this wall can only slow my
	ceaseless siege, must crumble
	like the walls  of Jericho,
	faced with ceaseless trumpet blasts,
	yes, even softly muted songs of love.

Against the stronger wall of will, 
	caressing trumpet airs
	and mighty blasts alike
	do naught but echo,                           
	bouncing back to pierce my heart.

No longer can I cling to hope. 
	You alone have built this
	cruel dual duenna; 
	you alone can pierce it.