1. I have come to hate passion though I bear no grudge against the passionate one
For it has ground my bones between its teeth to smithereens

2. But passion is no match for chiding or blaming
So for me nothing equals chiding and loathing

3. Neither of which will ever abandon my innermost being
Though the day we parted I was happy and content

4. For if it weren't for those two I'd have never become
Like a cadaver ripped open all the way down

5. And never have I trotted my steed away from her
Give me a single blessed day when I approve of making up