I want your love, or I will go mad;
First, missing your love; second, mad;
That’s doubly sad! Which is worse?
Love is precious, madness a terrible curse;
And you will never love me if I’m mad.
Yet this is why I’m mad,
Because you won’t love me; it’s sad
That love always turns into madness,
But love perhaps is mad from the start?
No. Love lives in the gentle heart,
And desires to kiss and bless
The sweet and dear beloved.
When I was first, by you, sweetly moved
To love, you sweetly changed me.
The madness is this. You cannot kiss a tree.
You cannot kiss a dog or cat.
I’m a man. I cannot love like that.
I need your lips, similar to mine.
I need love, kisses, a sprinkling of wine.
Without your love, I will go mad,
Kissing anything. Pathetic. Crazy. Sad.
Rejected only once, everything is bad.