Your cruelties, my devotions,
Equal wounds, equal echoes,
When love's game brings such joy,
Neither you nor I will be defeated.
Your cruelties...
She, innocent, yet a form of wrath,
She, innocent, a form of wrath,
Why would she show her own charm?
The delight is when lightning strikes her heart,
When she smiles in the mirror.
The delight is when lightning strikes her heart,
When she smiles in the mirror.
Your cruelties...
Why do you fret so over me?
Why do you fret so over me?
I have no complaints against you.
I will make my heart worthy of grace,
Then let her test me with desire.
Your cruelties...
Pride sent there, here, honor found,
Pride sent there, here, honor found,
In both their glances, messages of love,
But what pride is this, the rules of love,
That she avoids me, and I her?
When love's game brings such joy,
Neither you nor I will be defeated.
Your cruelties...
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