Some say that horsemen,/ or soldiers, or ships,; are the most beautiful things on earth--but I say it's your love. Isn't that why/ Helen, the most beautiful/ of women,/ left the best of men/ and sailed to Troy?// Forgetting her child/ and her mother, because; in a glance she felt// Love
"He seems to me a god/ that man/ listening to you/ chat sweetly/ and laugh like music,/ scattering my heart// When I look at you, I can't speak./ My tongue breaks/ and my skin is on fire."