"Now fare you well and ride,
dearest of all men,
the chosen one that I
desire most again.
I'll die with longing for you every day:
not even God can pay me back,
in all the world, for what I'll lack,"
said she, "while you're away."
"I became your friend,
as we lay face to face:
I touch you in my mind
and still feel your embrace.
I want you to enjoy the thoughts I hold,
since you're what's excellent in them,
as setting of a noble gem
adorns a work of gold."
~