A song to the beauty that kills like a sword,
The Devil and God say: let, let it be heard!
I know one, I do! And I need no lies
So as to describe the blue of his eyes,
The silk of his body, the ice of his face,
A hand that is harmless to those in his grace,
And that same hand is revenge to the wicked.
Oh, those eyes hold no light, do not seek it!
Fairer than the day, darker still than the night,
They pierce me like blades, and I can’t fight.
No flame, no blood can make him look away…
If that is not love, then what is, pray say?