How could you have hurt me so, after the things we shared?
My desire motivated me to do the things I could for you.
Things I couldn’t imagine myself doing for anyone else.
It deludes my mind, overwhelms my heart.
Your lies constantly enticing me to believe that I want you,
and you the same.
Desire affects me, afflicts me, drives me to distraction.
I am at its mercy when it comes to you.
These things my heart speaks to you in vain, for never have I met anyone
who could infect and intoxicate my heart the way you do.