Love has to beโฆflowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.
In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?
To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet.