As goes our love, so thrusts our traceless lives;
In dark’ning corners ever are we hid
Behind truth’s bludgeon. Yet, in love’s thick groves,
Ignoring truth is where I ever stood.

As runs our love, so names our fruitless grasp
At clinging to each other. Once, we know
A love so fast and full. But in its clasp
We faltered, casing all that we made true.

As ends our love, so lingers all I feel
For you, my heartbeat. Should I sour away
And seek some shrunken, lesser, coarser deal?
It seems I’m shrunk, now forced to this display.

As ever and more ever, so I turn
Still back to you whose mem’ry makes me burn.