You have made me yours,
Not with force,
With love, affection and kindness,
So magical the moments were, I can still feel your fragrance.
Lady Macbeth wanted to purify her heart,
But couldn’t set the thought apart,
I don’t think I have done something bad,
By stealing some of your moments long desired.
You own me entirely now, my soul and each of my breath,
As the bodies are possessed by the earth after death.