Instants pass like centuries.
Violently, I yearn for your touch to
linger along my cheek,
even as I know you think of me
only as a poor companion.
Ultimately, I cannot speak—
your beauty paralyzes me.
Oh, for the courage of Alexander!
Do not look my way;
my heart cannot take the
agony of your warm smile,
your bright and shining eyes!
Let me suffer in the dark.
Only in the night do I hope,
evening stars illuminating my
loneliness, my every thought
vested in love, my poems full of it and you.
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