Illeviate my tender soreness,
suppress my throbbing pains;
Love, -- I plead --, come back to me, relax to me
so that I might release this infalliable infatuation.

It ends this night,
this eternal aching (on my part);
I just may not fight fair, I plot,
so that my calculated blueprints might be successful.

My secrets unveiled in a thick flood,
my personal flood of emotional distress and agony;
poor child -- that must have surprised your eyes
to the pinpoint of fright.

This might we pass by the surprise,
we turn about to our pleasure and the passion (don't we?);
My Love, it is our turn to observe tension's power
to the final destination of bend to break.