When said she to me, I love you,
Exactly from that,
Changed it the heart of mine,
Now find I not any interest in any work
That do I,
just keep I thinking and saying to myself
In whispers,
I love you, I love you,
How did she say to me!
The moment she said to me in a slow and sweet voice of her own,
From that time felt I,
Heartless and hollow from within,
Bleeding and wounded,
Getting absent-minded
As such was the impact of her love,
The impression of her words
Casting on me
And I heaving and sighing for love.
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