The stream of my love remained thirsty as usual

My painful convulsion longed to break all restraints. The stream of my love remained thirsty as usual. I had no desire to keep alive; for I Wished— All should be my own.

 For: 

Every face became my weakness, What could I do? 

I was helpless before my own feelings and emotions.

 I was helpless before my own longings.

 I was anguished by my own passions.