The first day that across thee I came, The detainee of thy love I became. I know thou art beyond my reach N’ over thee someone else hath claim; But what shall I do of this nasty heart Who reiterates just thy name! My destruction, my ruin, all is mine; Thou art not at all to blame. Over my lips there plays a smile, But in my heart there rises a flame! If I’m not blessed with thy company, Then for me, joy and sorrow are the same! For separation is – as it seems – my fate, I’ve set thy picture in my hearts’ frame. I love you! I love you! I love you! I declare it with no fear or shame!