With chapped lips I kiss the wind
So strong the love and power
The immortal wooing within
Rekindles my every hour

I long to give the wind
For your lips so sweet but
Sour is the reality of life
Without your precious flower

I curse the day I dream
For life is not the vision
Of your tender visage but
Only a cold passion sacrament

Remember the morning
And the evening
And the fall--and it all
Is so empty without you