O Cupid - cunning and ruthless one.
I have become weary from a desire
new and unknown to a blameless lad.
At one time flesh and resolve were
resistant to sin's allure; however, I am
now troubled by inconvenient stirrings.
Rumbling deep within my frame is roiling
and burning blood: my soul seeks refuge,
my spirit seeks relief.
If my fevered brow ever breaks its hold,
surely upon your cursed neck I shall fall.
Love's sweet suffering has made this boy
Mad and unaccountable for his present state
of amorous intoxication; may the gods show
mercy should my madness lead to Cupid's
Demise by this strangler's hand....