I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.<br /><br /> Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,<br /> and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."<br /><br /> The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.<br /><br /> I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.<br /> I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.<br /><br /> On nights like this, I held her in my arms.<br /> I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.<br /><br /> She loved me, sometimes I loved her.<br /> How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?<br /><br /> I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.<br /> To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.<br /><br /> To hear the immense night, more immense without her.<br /> And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.<br /><br /> What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.<br /> The night is full of stars and she is not with me.<br /><br /> That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.<br /> My soul is lost without her.<br /><br /> As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.<br /> My heart searches for her and she is not with me.<br /><br /> The same night that whitens the same trees.<br /> We, we who were, we are the same no longer.<br /><br /> I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.<br /> My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.<br /><br /> Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once<br /> belonged to my kisses.<br /> Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.<br /><br /> I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.<br /> Love is so short and oblivion so long.<br /><br /> Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,<br /> my soul is lost without her.<br /><br /> Although this may be the last pain she causes me,<br /> and this may be the last poem I write for her.