But if the heart is never given outright,
Instead protected, clutching heart too tight.
Love would never be a sight, for surely
It takes no heart to throb only once at night.
Yet, Still does this make it right?

Always give the heart outright!
For while its burning, eternally fleeing flight
Conquers and crumbles tyrants of the utmost might.
It has, and will always be love’s fight.

Still, Do not through the course of spite,
Miserly hoard the heart; For
Cowardice causes heart’s worst smite.
No, destroy not love’s fleeting yet pure delight.

Always surrender the heart outright!
For he that gave all his heart and lost,
Knows truly the value of Love hard fraught.
And only through the sting of love lost,
One knows true love, as a scare one aught.