I do not know anything of my crime:
The Cupid's arrow has set the plot moving;
Tying the two droopy threads of a twine,
I thank him for the perfect timing!
Heaven, I saw my deity in you,
Prostrated my soul at your feet.
Despite, for you, it was nothing new,
Our union was my magnificent feat.
Tasting the sweetness of your breath,
I was stoned by your enchantment.
Ignorant to your transparent threat,
Sudden farewell was a disappointment.
And when God came down to get me:
I sanctified to see you, and not He.
