to go on being in love

I love you,for my eyes, hungry for you,seek you in the crowdto contemplate your beauty from afar,in silence.

I love you,for my mind bears imprintedyour figure, your voice and your words,and dreams, in love with your gestures and features,with your harmonious, delicate, feminine movements.

I love you,for my soul shudders, made brutish,and burns in a hell of relentless passionswhen I think that other lips, in vain,sought to stain your innocence and your purity.

I love you,for my being, dead in life,wanders like a shadow in your memory,stealing crumbs from timeand waiting anxiously for the instantwhen I will be reborn in your arms.

I love you,because that is how I want it,because with you I am happier than I ever dreamed of being.

And though tomorrow my departureshould break my heart in two,I want to think that, if I still breathe,that if my heart still beats upon this earth,it is onlyto go on being in lovewith you.