In former days when my torture began
Yet its approach was soft and quiet.
Its flames burning through one´s heart as they can
First hide themselves before they are fired.

Your presence gently fills the room with warm
Pulsating waves of love which compete
With my shaken heart as it fast does beat.
Arrows thrown at me are too strong an arm.

All these feelings the lesson drags along
And with break you will have yourself settled
On my desk. Since then my aim´s to belong
To your smile. With gold it must have meddled.

Never a question of mere theory
Let the heart of mine beat so thrillingly.