Here my beloved lives and breathes,
Here passion's light first dawned and gleams;
Here, between my ribs, there burns
A fire that passion lit in turn;
Would that thou knew, O keeper of my soul,
That I am he who lost all self-control;
Dost thou perceive — dost thou perceive
That I became love's melody?
My heart grew fluttering with love's excess,
And sleepless are my eyes with no redress;
Pour for us any tale thou wilt,
Pour for us any word thou wilt,
All that thou sayest is sweet
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