I shall not praise Love
I shall not extol this unbearable Cherub
Puffed-up little boaster
Pink and fat
Laughing much more than worrying
About the sufferings he provokesI shall not sing Love
I shall not sing this terrible and yet futile weight on the heart
This splendid yet terrifying feeling
This trembling this twinge
This indignation this resignationMust one have loved to write Love ?
No I shall not praise Love
Others shall do it much better