I am speaking to you frankly; and when my story is ended--I will kiss you.
I love you.
Look into my eyes.

Is it not true that mine is a magnificent, a powerful look?
A firm look and a straight look?
And it is steadfast, like steel forced against your heart.

I look ahead and sway myself, I look and I enchant; in my green eyes I gather your fear, your loving, fatigued, submissive longing.

Come closer to me.

Now I am a queen and you dare not fail to see my beauty; but there was a strange time--Ah, what a strange time! Ah, what a strange time! At the mere recollection I am agitated--Ah, what a strange time! No one loved me.