My heart yearns for thee,
Oh, my lady of verses,
Take me in our warm caresses,
Now, lest my feet doth flee,

I find in thee passion,
A burning desire,
Ten times stronger than the most potent love potion,
It consumes my heart and sets me afire;

Praying, I beg thee my lady,
Deny me not for this is beautiful,
It is intoxicating like fine brandy,
Take it away, then fall I, badly, into dark sorrow's pool.