Lo, I beheld thee in the shadows, and my soul did cry out. Desire as a tempest overtaketh me, yea, I would be consumed. Give unto me thy love, even though it be ruinous, For my heart seeketh no gentle flame, but the fire that devoureth all. Behold — I would drink of thy wrathful chalice, I would be broken upon the altar of thy embrace. Yea, I long not for peace, but for the storm; Not for safety, but for the peril of thy love. Bring forth the dark romance, O cruel delight! For I desire not the quiet kiss, nor the tender vow, But the love that woundeth, the passion that scourgeth, The bond that is as chains of iron, yet sweeter than wine. Woe unto me, for I am undone by thee; Yet blessed am I, for in ruin I am made whole. Thy name is as a fire upon my lips, And thy touch as the sword that pierceth the soul. Behold — the heavens fall, the earth is shaken, The stars themselves are darkened by our flame. I desired, and I was consumed; I loved, and was laid low in thy bad romance.