This morning sadly

I knew, as I loved you, you’d suffer, but I could not but love you that night, in the half light

Together, slender plant, half visible to my selfish-eyes, your soul radiated for my sight

As if in enchantment at such beauty, made of fire desire, I’d suffer you to suffer, like to flame

Your life its colour, my worship a half night, from which i cannot end our pain, turn away