With what love do I trust my heart that my hand cannot leave to another, for fear that I’m unworthy and my soul speaks true?
Is speech so reliable that it fails me now…
What that I’ve taken for granted, so often my desire
But for you all grace has left me, and still you smile
Without pretense I have turned, as no courtier before me
And I desire before all things, only you
Without we both dreamed, moved by greater men before us
Where in the face of passion, we advantage over all
As no greater bond exists when it is known
This love I have for you, Great Alexander
