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.