Thoughts of all I poured out in love to you
Depleted all my heart’s life blood; now faint
Whimpering, trying to arouse life anew.
Failing-- for you think you’re my sinners’ saint.
Won’t let you rule my healing—God controls
Me and I willfully obey my Lord.
A victim of no one I will take hold
Unnecessary to have your regard.
You took of me what you cannot return
Dishonorable toward my woman’s heart
Avowed promises of words and eyes spurned
Unable to fulfill the knightly art.
So much so wrong, why can’t I give you up?
From pangs within, my love, it still erupts.
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