Trifling in bed
Are you lonesome tonight, my love?
I am not, since I have you in my thoughts,
and so entirely you pervade my mind,
that there is room for no one else in my bed.
How many lovers have you had? Never mind,
I know that you have loved many,
and that is only innocence,
I mean, to love others,
while I must insist that only I may love you,
or is it too much of a pretension?
Let’s not push the argument any further
but be content, that for me, your love is quite enough.