I give him curses, yet he loves me
I frown at him, yet he loves me still
I find means to hurt him, yet he protects me from hurts
I laugh him to scorn when he passes, yet so sweet a voice he salutes me
I describe him as Calibos, yet he calls me beautiful lady, lovely angelical
I vilify his name in the streets, yet his tongue smoothes my name
I spurn like a cur out of my way, yet he strews rose flowers on my path
I asked his wish to be consumed by the fire of perdition, yet he spent years looking at me, longing with desire
I show him the way to get lost, yet he rescued me in my moments of wandering
Oh! Can't this man stop loving me?
Even if he is superlatively impeccable.
She lamented!
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