If love is not will but rather fate,
Than so shall it be that I cannot hate,
For this immortal wound,
The pain I suffered after just one kiss
As your lips plunged with mine in the sweetness of bliss
So that I did not look for wine.

If desire is not but destiny,
Than embrace me within your ecstasy,
Quick before the jealousy sounds,
And tortures us a world apart
Swift reversals of love’s poison dart
the infinite powers dine.

If perfection is but naught the grasps of sand,
Than let me forever hold your hand,
Chance confound.
Before the beginning of years, there came a sudden sigh,
Found us both in pleasures drowning nigh,
Splendors fine.