Without love life seemed to be insipid,
It’s like regale containing no salt.
I did believe, as you sow shall you reap it.
In hell I’ve searched for light. It was my fault.
I praised my Lord and Jesus, Holy Heaven
For Thee, my fragile china with no crack.
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I treated you as dove not as vulturous raven
Until I saw thy wings and they were black.
My mortal sin, oh Thee, my Holy Mistress,
For love to Thee I should’ve been crucified!
My soul is burned and heart’s cut into pieces,
I can’t accept you though I can’t deny.
Unwise are those who treat love as a treasure,
A torture is what seemed to be a pleasure.
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