So sweet is the torment that lies in my heart, that I live happily because of its cruel beauty. May beautys fury grow wide in the sky without compassion; for my devotion shall hold like a rock against prides unrelenting wave. False hope, keep me wandering! let no peace nor pleasure befall me! Evil woman, whom I adore, deny me the rest that compassion would give; amidst infinite pain, amidst broken hopes shall survive my devotion. There is no rest for me in the warmth or the cold. Only in heaven shall I find rest. If the deadly strike of an arrow injured my heart, I shall heal still, and change my destiny, deaths very heart with the same arrow. If the frigid heart that stole mine never has felt loves ardour; if the cruel beauty that charmed my soul denies me compassion, may she die one day by me pained, repenting, languishing.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 22:23:13 +0000
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