Love To Throw Yourself On The Earth

I Used To Imagine Adventures For Myself, I Invented A Life, So That I Could At Least Exist Somehow.

Humiliate The Reason And Distort The Soul.

And Though I Suffer For You, Yet It Eases My Heart To Suffer For You.

In Such Situations, Of Course, People Don't Nurse Their Anger Silently, They Moan Aloud; But These Are Not Frank, Straightforward Moans, There Is A Kind Of Cunning Malice In Them, And That's The Whole Point. Those Very Moans Express The Sufferer's Delectation; If He Did Not Enjoy His Moans, He Wouldn't Be Moaning.

My Sweetheart! When I Think Of You, It's As If I'm Holding Some Healing Balm To My Sick Soul, And Although I Suffer For You, I Find That Even Suffering For You Is Easy.