neither for me honey nor the honey bee

]]you will remember]for we in our youthdid these thingsyes many and beautiful things] ]]

I want to say something but shameprevents meyet if you had a desire for good or beautiful thingsand your tongue were not concocting some evil to say,shame would not hold down your eyesbut rather you would speak about what is just

gathering flowers so very delicate a girl

Eros the melter of limbs (now again) stirs me - sweetbitter unmanageable creature who steals in

but if you love uschoose a younger bedfor I cannot bearto live with you when I am the older one