“When jealousy surges through thy heartLet not thy foolish tongue take part.With my two arms, I do not aspire to touch the sky.So, like a child after its mother, I flutter.Now lust shakes my soul,A wind on the mountain overwhelming the oaks.I know not what to do: I have two minds.Face me, my dear one and unveil the grace in your eyes.And a sweet expression spreads over her fair face.I love refinement and for meLove has the splendor and beauty of the morning star.I yearn and I seek.To you, fair maidens, my mind does not change.”

− Anna Livia Plurabelle −