Why do I love you so,

If you cause me sweet misery.

Struck with a golden bow,

Sweet, sweet pain.

Fallen into this abyss,

Longing for a kiss.

Far I am from sweet bliss,

because it is your lips I miss.

But soon you will be gone. 

The reason for my pain.

What is it that I have gained?

If you have no clue of my sweet misery. . .