What burns in truth is unfounded jealousy,
As ravishing beauty winked in a lust smile
Flew kisses, smoked me in craving passion;
While you threw me as worn out in fashion:
Like a cat you have clawed into my heart;
Blood thirst still to be satisfied, quenched.
Push squeeze the dagger to the hilt’s limit
I would happily live or die with your love
It is the feather quill that suffers in to ink
Cow in long lines, you judge the knights.