My love, <br />you are driving the entire world mad. <br />The nightingales are committing suicide <br />one by one out of jealousy of your voice. <br />The roses took one glance at your beauty <br />and folded themselves from shame. <br />The trees now only whisper your name <br />and the sky hasn’t stopped crying since you looked up. <br />Have pity on us, my love. <br />We have already broken all the mirrors and glass <br />out of fear that you will forget us <br />and fall in love with yourself <br />once you see what we all <br />cannot stop seeing.