1. My cheek is where my tears stream down;

    his cheek is made for kisses and bites.

  2. One part of me weeps blood over another,

    while each part of him proudly outshines another.

  3. It was not complete until his beauty appeared,

    nor was the earth’s adornment perfected.

  4. I have nearly died from his abandonment;

    and it is only right that the forsaken should die.

Sol 5.6