I do not live the love with you; all love I live through you! Even if far away from you, I am and live through you. You live through all my feelings and my thoughts; your love I live! You'd envy love if you could hear my soul in your absence. So many are the throbbing hearts pulsating in your hands; How can I sum up my feelings, with all your lovers here? You chose the precincts of absence, yet loyal all the time; Your eyes are homeland and exile—a home for those you left. I love you, and would follow you even down weary roads! My Love, in times of estrangement, my heart is your best friend. I love you, but the wound won't heal, some of my pain may please. Contentment may colour my eye; the blaming tears may flow. In dark yearning, my Love, no light can ever match your light, I am your white pages and in your book the truest word! I spread my life before your days, and raced with night to you; I sensed that love is but a step, and I am at your door.