Love denied makes the heart sick
Far from you consumes life's hours
This sweet error
Of man as I
In old age
Lady as you in your young age
I have no inheritance
And my background is disposition
Yet I cling to this error of having you for life as my consort
Its this fate that carries us
Maybe the heavens agree to this error
My fair one
If you are not a sleep
Think at least of the wounds this error causes to my heart and mind
And if for this error am killed
Your pity will console my martyrdom.
Say Yes
For night and day
I love and adore you.
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