Paramour

I met you once, in a spring’s day
What you were then, I cannot say
Things have happened, that much is true
If they should last, what shall we do?

Our roads were paths that could not cross
Demonic dreams if such that lost
Their luster in my eyes once more
Yet you return, o paramour

So dear, within, this melancholy
It branches out in me as holly
Would in that field of blood afar
And clothed is he who is your star

But a martyr’s mantle I decree
Is no longer a fit for me
I wash my hands clean of this field
My blood is spilled and now I yield

I had submitted to you, dear
And soul screaming thus I can hear
How your power over me grew
Stronger yet, with every pull

The chain is broken, links lie by
The death of love perhaps is nigh
But a joyous chorus, ever near
Sings still to me of my dear

And so perhaps did I think you
Were the one that was untrue?
A queen of angels did you seem
O amaranth, my heart's esteem

Though bestowed in me since the womb
“Amor est mihi periculum”
Still even would I dare to say
All pain involved could buy a day