When you put in alert your rifles
And you calculated with forethought
Each shot that you made
To my human heart
I didn't know that the wounds
That you would make me
Would be love’s wound.
You shot with mortal fondness
To my soul possessed of pain
Condemning me to the life
Calm and multicolored
With the one that you gave me
Your kisses wrapped in flower.
Your lips:
Immortal dish,
Unpolluted waters,
Delight of petals,
Ambrosia macerated in love.
When you put in attention your missiles
And you attacked my garnish
Each target against you were
In the frontiers of my reason
Were deadly wounded
Of your fondness and your love.
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