Mi Ehrenmann Amante

Fire is my force

I am in beautiful

Anguish

Darling, my whole heart loves you

Garden flowers die

But not those who lie sacred

In the pages of a book

Believe for me

Fair mortal speech

Infernal tongue of

Daggers

The paper stays me like ice

Against hope

You may be my

Autumn crocus

Perverse perfected

Of my cards

I cannot choose

Dulce gentil

Mi Ehrenmann Amante