I know you,
You made my heart, hot with love.
And I don't hate you, for I couldn't.ht
What drives you on this flight, that never ends?
Are you the sufferer, that speaks the truth?
Ever to my maiden chamber,
Visions of the night,
Persuading me with gentle words.
Why are you so long, staying away?
The arrow of desire, has pierced my heart.
For you, are the fire!
With you, it is your will too capture love.
Always each night, these dreams possess me.
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