I feel it not, this pain of love

Its grasp is petty, and weak

arrows of Cupid could not perice my flesh

but be repelled like oil in water.

I seek this pain for love is lost,

'tis no longer sacred.

but foolish the feelings that did take love's place

and curosity fills its hole.

Tricked i was to believe such a fool, my heart she did betray.

and love is lost, my soul is Rot, and Angst is here to stay.