This confession as true natures come to pass,
As through gentle unending compassion thrive
These emotions in due course grow and sustain,
I’ve gone by these places occurring in my heart
Though now empty, barren like the cold moon,
Ever so, the light shines like perpetual stars
Still passing by places we used to remain.
Knowing of this your presence my dear lingers
Even as days, revolutions of night vanish,
Going forth still I feel you in the wake of passion.
Bestowed in my longing heart this silence hurts
In understanding, these yearnings can’t be helped
As haunting natures, these confessions overpower
No, I’m not trembling in weakness
Yet of this true matter can’t be shown or spoken.
Now I must evade this confession, scatter away.
