You do not look me in the eyes,
because there is something of my kindness
that disturbs you…
You do not appreciate my care,
neither my attention nor dedication…
What do you want haughty?
If my love and my delivery are not received with longing,
Why should I be your squire?
This world would end
if I treat you differently,
but if you are not more than indolent,
how will I continue being a slave?
why to continue being brave?