• Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
    Write, for example,
    'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
    The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

    Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

    I love him, and sometimes he loved me too.
    Through nights like this one he held me in his arms.
    I wished he'd kiss me again and again under the endless sky.

    He loved me sometimes, I love him too.
    How could one not have loved his still eyes?

    Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

    To think that I do not have him. To feel that I have lost him.
    To hear the immense night, still more immense without him.
    And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

    What does it matter that my love could not keep him.
    The night is starry and he is not with me.
    This is all.
    In the distance someone is singing.
    In the distance.

    My soul is not satisfied that it has lost him.
    My sight tries to find him as though to bring him closer.
    My heart looks for him, and he is not with me.

    The same night whitening the same trees.
    We, of that time, are no longer the same.

    I can no longer stop loving him, that is certain, and oh how I love him.
    My voice tried to find the wind to touch his hearing.

    Another's.

    He will be another's.

    As he was before my kisses.
    His voice, his bright body.
    His infinite eyes.

    I can no longer stop loving him, that is certain.
    Forgetting is so long. Never to come.

    Because on nights like this one...

    He held me in his arms


    my soul is not satisfied that it has lost him.
    And though this be the greatest pain that he has me suffer,

    I can no longer stop loving him