BETWEEN LOVERS
The man is described as Lover, and the woman, Beloved.

Lover
It is only when I write that
the inside comes forth.
Curse my clumsy tongue
and eloquent fingers!

Beloved
No, my love;
let your sweet tongue
and talented fingers be praised!

Lover
Would you accept my
sweet and talent
as a token of my love?

Beloved
I will if they are promised only to me.

Lover
Alas, my dearest; my sweet love
belongs only to you,
but my passion lies
within my writing.

Beloved
My love!
Provoke me not to jealousy!
Reserve for me just a taste
of that same passion.

Lover
A pinch of jealousy
is good for a love.

Beloved
Would you let me succumb
to such a poisonous emotion?

Lover
My love,
consummation before marriage
is poisonous;
why not add another to the list?

Ah, if only it were not
such a sweet toxin...

Beloved
So be it, then. No longer
will I ask for your passion,
less I be overwhelmed with
relentless envy once you have
taken it away from me
and used it for something else.

Lover
Ask for it, long for it,
pursue it, my love...
Or it will fade into nothing.

Beloved
I beg and yearn
and chase after it, my darling,
even in my dreams! But
shall I ask for that which
will no longer belong to me?

Lover
You shall, my love.

Beloved
Why should I leave myself
vulnerable to such a thing that
will surely bring about
heart-wrenching disappointment?
or, perhaps, even a bitter feeling
of rejection...

Lover
Worry not, my beloved;
we can be perfectly happy
in our prison of passion.

Beloved
Tell me then,
if this is such a prison,
why does it feel like paradise?

Lover
We are slaves to each other,
trapped in a haze where
all we see is the other.

Beloved
In you I find a sense of freedom
I've not felt with another. My love,
if we are slaves to each other then
bind me with chains
to your heart, forevermore!

For it is also in you that
I find happiness,
and without you
I will be robbed of it.