I sacrifice myself at the altar of your desire,
Pouring my heart's blood into the cold chalice
Of your unfeeling eyes; afterwards, I collapse,
drained of all vitality, helpless and bereft.
Like a beheaded hero have I fallen, unclaimed,
on some savage and futile battlefield faraway,
a useless corpse, mangled beyond recognition,
attacked by scavenging birds and stray dogs.
When I return to myself, I'm desolate. No spring
sings in my heart's barrenness; not even a shallow,
stagnant puddle, overgrown with weeds, remains:
how I have exhausted myself in your sandy wastes.
My passion is defeated by your indifference
Like God's love wasted on erring mortals.
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