Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.
Find me, as time is a luxury For I wait, under this naïve moon
I know surely you’re thinking of me, for I am strange, and you’re kind to the stranger
The more I loved you the more I found me
If your heart begins to carry burdens And you begin to feel your soul benight For you, perhaps, you may become heavy For me, my love, you will ever be light
These fragments, these shivers of my heart Are mere lifetimes enclosed in a minute
My poetry has been engraved with your name And my heart is by your memory scarred
But what good are scars if they do not ache? And what good are eyes if they do not weep? What good is desire if it does not hurt? What good is a passion if it stays ‘sleep?
There should be a limit to my suffering As I’m a sinner, not a disbeliever