The Flesh

Turbid emotions of yours, 

Torpor of your contour 

Frustrate me, 

But I don't want to arraign you. 

Where you will get idyll, 

You go and nest in those arms, 

I will not stop you. 

Yes, I will not stop you, 

Because I love you. 

For your happiness, 

I can sacrifice mine. 

Yes, I can't play with the flesh, 

I can't play with the flesh 

Whose soul is owned by someone else.