Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.