...And is it right that the waves
That rage against my weakening heart
Are from the typoon that you create?
How can I love a tempest
How shall I not hate the storm
That you yourself fight against?
Tell me how a weakling such as I
Can stand against the very winds of Aiolos
If I cannot even bear the intensity of you?
Tell me why it is that you cannot be
My Green Man, my holy eternal consort
And I your devoted Diana?