The while my heart must glow and burn.
My heart has reached its utmost bounds,
Yet still that fire gnaws, surrounds.
Then, if you love me, plague me not.
You will not lose. See what you’ve got.
But, if you love me not, my own,
Charm me until I too am stone.
You’ll lose if you don’t love, I swear,
But—charm me—maybe I won’t care!