Love of you is mixed deep in my vitals,
like water stirred into flour for bread,
Like simples compound in a sweet-tasting drug,
like pastry and honey mixed to perfection.
Oh, hurry to look at your love!
Be like horses charging in battle,
Like a gardener up with the sun
burning to watch his prize bud open.
High heaven causes a girl's lovelonging.
It is like being too far from the light,
Far from the hearth of familiar arms.
It is this being so tangled in you.