Love, swear not on any constellation
swear on Life for it will always prevail
whether here or some parallel travail
it shall be, I swear, our consolation.

If Fate is kind, there will be compensation
I will find your essence beyond the veil
where you and I will hoist that final sail
and finally know true consummation.

Of course I am jealous of your philandering.
I am human, my heart will always fear
whether concrete or callow slandering.

But I have a mind too, that interferes.
Contradicts such foolish meandering
chooses to love even your faults, my dear.