48/67 And on the same day, on that same terrible day, when the cross appeared, my first kiss became also my last--my kiss became fatal. One in many! One in many! Oh! You love precious stones, but think, my beloved, how far more precious is a little drop of my poison. It is such a little drop .-- Have you ever seen it? Consider, my beloved, how much suffering, painful humiliation, powerless rage devoured me: I had to experience in order to bring forth this little drop. |