You are like nobody since I love you.

When did the lemons learn the same creed as the sun?

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Love is short, but forgetting is long.

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes and your mouth that has the smile of the water. A black yearning sun is braided into the strands of your black mane, when you stretch your arms. You play with the sun as with a little brook and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.

I've come within range of hate. Terrifying, its tremors, its dizzying obsessions. Hate's like a swordfish invisible in the water, knifing suddenly into sight with blood on its blade- clear water misleads you.