A Complaint Against Myself

I protest to my beloved, hurt by myself,
I wounded her by a fault unwitting.

I say to her, to the besotted be not cruel,
Be merciful with him, he altered not his vow.

Oh my life, my moon and my sun,
I cannot anger one of tender cheek.

Two lovers by their promise wake and sleep,
And people, for loyalty, are always envied.

If love is fixed, deep-rooted,
A single error breaks not its bridges.

You have my dreams, my true love and my passion,
And my heart, beloved, finds in your love its reality.

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