to lose control, to get lost in her soul
to want to give her the whole world,
when he owns not even a grain of it's sand
to call her the prettiest, adorn her with ornaments
to love her with love that sickens even Cupid and stirs hate in Hathor
to make her his queen, clothe her with Plutus's finest linen
To let her drink from his heart, his love her wine

All this he would want
He would want all this