Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Sweet Thirst





Every moment you dwell near my heart
I call this life a sweet thirst.
Every evening, your veil flutters over my eyes
and every night, a parade of memories begins.

With each breath I draw, I smell your perfume
it brings along with it a scented message
The beat of my heart chants a song of you.
Every moment you dwell near my heart

Yesterday, I glimpsed you  
It was as if you were telling me, "Bind me to you forever."

What sort of bond is this? What sort of dreams are these,
which, even now that they've turned strange, still seem so intimate and right?
I'm constantly lost in thought; I say haltingly and fearfully,

Every moment you dwell near my heart

You might be thinking why I love you so much
You'd think me mad, if I even expressed my feelings.
Only madmen can fathom a madman's speech;

only moths can understand the pleasure of burning in the flame.
Keep burning me with desire, by coming into my dreams.

Every moment you dwell near my heart
I call this life a sweet thirst.

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