I'm overcome by lust
A sophistication of the soul
Mind bent in two
Where I try
He betrays
Leaving kisses of sin
The Garden of Eden is open
Left alone without regard
Not a regret echoed in time
When will he come?
My knight of splendor
Germanic and full of crystallized juice
Reality makes him a Spaniard
To whom my life is bequeathed
Under the sun for all to see
My dream of an Arminius is unrealized
Traded for an exotic intoxication
Ready is the introduction of grieve
But still, I love
The lips
Constant touch of angelic purity
Forgiveness is the actor's end
Truce to end entry into the heart
Producing gratification of natural optimism