I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces of the daybreak in my breast.

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.

Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.

We bear the sole, relentless tenderness.

Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.

Love! Love until the night collapses!