I do not live the love with you; all love I live through you!
Even if far away from you, I am and live through you.
You live through all my feelings and my thoughts; your love I live!
You’d envy love if you could hear my soul in your absence.
So many are the throbbing hearts pulsating in your hands;
How can I sum up my feelings, with all your lovers here?
You chose the precincts of absence, yet loyal all the time;
Your eyes are homeland and exile—a home for those you left.
I love you, and would follow you even down weary roads!
My Love, in times of estrangement, my heart is your best friend.
I love you, but the wound won’t heal, some of my pain may please.
Contentment may colour my eye; the blaming tears may flow.
In dark yearning, my Love, no light can ever match your light,
I am your white pages and in your book the truest word!
I spread my life before your days, and raced with night to you;
I sensed that love is but a step, and I am at your door.