And I shall seek you endlessly, forI am a moth, and you’re my flameKnowing that I’ll burn at your touchI return, for you’re a fire; untamed

As if you gave your heart to autumn, forWhat it destroys never blossoms again

My poetry has been engraved with your nameAnd my heart is by your memory scarred

These fragments, these shivers of my heartAre mere lifetimes enclosed in a minute