Then love knew it was called love.
And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way

Your eyes have the colour of the moon,

I know you exist not just because your eyes fly
and give light to things like an open window

Love brought its tail of pains,
its long static beam of thorns,
and we close our eyes so that nothing,
so that no wound will separate us.

No one will retrieve my lost heart
amidst so many roots, in the bitter freshness
of the sun multiplied by the fury of the water,
there the shadow lives that does not travel with me.

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