1. If I were to tell of my passion and not pretend
To an astute master.. alluring yet coy

2. What can I say of eyes that have disturbed me
At night, complaining of their hurting hurt

3. What can I say of a voice I've rendered hoarse
With a melody vying amidst its outpour.. the pleasure

4. What can I say.. what? For your sake, I
And tears bear me out.. that for you I'm ablaze

5. I've hinted in verse until it almost exposed me
Yet you remain.. O vain one.. abstaining!!!