Love is my master,
But I am enslaved.
My heart sings her name,
Not intoxicated, but rebellious.
I loved her, but she,
Sweet of love, rejects me.
My eyes betray her love;
Tell me, to whom shall I turn for help?
If she knew the secrets,
Would she worship our love?
For love, since the beginning of love,
Is the twin of God; bear witness.
Whatever happens, my sweet,
You are my one and only love.
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