milk from the breasts as from a spring,
for looking at you and feeling by my side and having you
in the golden laugh and the crystal voice.
To feel you in my veins like God in the rivers
and adore you in the sad bones of dust and lime,
because your being will pass without grief next to me
and came out in the stanza - clean of all evil.
How would I know how to love you, woman, how would I know?
love you, love you like nobody ever knew!
Die and still
love you more.
And yet
love you more
and more.