for all the love i bear for you
eventually ill pay
the price of love is grief, i fear
amassed along the way

and when the debt collector comes
to claim the pay that's due
he'll take the love and leave the grief
with either me or you

i beg of your forgiveness, Aphrodite, as you've found
that all your proper judgements have i here already made:
around love's gentle finger have i been so tightly wound
that no point would there be in asking any other's aid