:43:02
How he begged for help.
:43:08
I could hardly keep
from laughing.
:43:12
But I must be patient,
:43:15
this game has only started,
and is not yet won.
:43:39
You are the morning dew
that restores life
:43:44
to the withering desert lily
:43:47
as it lifts its fertile face
:43:50
to the shimmering azure sky.
:43:54
Oh my gracious,
honey-lipped Klara.
:44:02
I was close to fading,
until your gaze revived me.
:44:06
May the gods allow me
:44:08
to bow at the altar of your passion
before time wields
:44:12
her lonely scythe.
:44:16
It's an honor to have
a master of rhyme and military art
:44:20
for a husband.
:44:23
But these days young men
flatter to seduce us.
:44:28
I'm not that gullible.
:44:29
Good Heavens,
do I have to
:44:32
take an oath to prove
I love one so beautiful as you?
:44:36
Even an oath cannot guarantee
your constancy.
:44:40
May the flower of your love
send its delicate roots
:44:45
- deep into my fertile heart.
- In the old days,
:44:48
a true knight won his
wreath of glory
:44:53
before declaring his love.
:44:57
He fought for the honor of his
beloved and only when he won,