By Night, Love, Tie Your

Love Is The Mystery Of Water And A Star.

So I Love You Because I Know No Other Way Than This: Where I Does Not Exist, Nor You, So Close That Your Hand On My Chest Is My Hand, So Close That Your Eyes Close As I Fall Asleep.

I Love You As One Loves Certain Dark Things.

Oh, May Your Silhouette Never Dissolve On The Beach; May Your Eyelids Never Flutter Into The Empty Distance. Don't Leave Me For A Second, My Dearest.

What Will They Say About My Poetry Who Never Touched My Blood?