O sweet Lady how is thy temper now, Be it troubled, malicious, or relaxed? Do ye not see my love? My love aloud. My heart belongs to the sky as it’s tax. Melted by love’s pure heat as candle wax. O sweet Lady please be ye kind to me, My heart belongs to the sky, not to ye.
O sweet Gentleman do ye prosper now? Thy strong love is true, please don’t take it back. Do ye not see the true love I allow? My heart is to the ground, to nature, a tax. If ye go, I will follow in your tracks. O sweet Gentleman be ye kind to me My heart belongs to the ground, not to ye.
O sweet Love do ye torment the shallow? They forever last long, when love they lack. Love does not base itself on selfish Tau. My heart belongs to the sky and attracts, The ground is tormenting her in her tracks. Oh sweet, sweet Love why do ye kind not be? My heart is working always against me.