“Leaf in the wind”
Let me feel of your heart its tremors,
That I hear not how my own heart knocks.
Open before me all the secret doors,
Since by a bolt my own door locks.
I cannot, my dear, find the words to say,
And my tears abide unspent:
The forces binding us since the advent
Will unravel us at the end of days.
All my pain I drown in kissing.
All my mystery sustain like a child.
I am a leaf, torn too soon from the tree.
Are all lovers so alone in the wild?