Your peer pierces my heart, inamorata; your thoughts make me insane.
I wish to withstand emotions, but a smile of yours, and my measures go in vain.
My feelings are out of control; my state is in disdain.
I can’t get any sleep, sweetheart, terrible is love’s rein.
My heart throbs at your reminiscence; my brain needs a cane.
Love is a game of losses, ladylove, and there is nothing to gain.
If life is a perennial desert, you are my much-coveted droplets of rain.
How can you be so callous, crush? Can't you gauze that I am in pain?