And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

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

If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live

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

For now I ask no more Than the justice of eating.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.