sweetness of your laughter: yes, that–I swear it–

sets the heart to shaking inside my breast, since

once I look at you for a moment, I can’t

speak any longer,

but my tongue breaks down, and then all at once a

subtle fire races inside my skin, my

eyes can’t see a thing and a whirring whistle

thrums at my hearing,

cold sweat covers me and a trembling takes

ahold of me all over: I’m greener than the

grass is and appear to myself to be little

short of dying.