Your questioning eyes are
sad. They
seek to know my meaning as
the moon
would fathom the sea.
I have bared my life before
your
eyes from end to end, with
nothing
hidden or held back. That is
why you
know me not.
If it were only a gem, I could
break
it into a hundred pieces and
string
them into a chain to put on
your neck.
If it were only a flower, round
and
small and sweet, I could
pluck it from
its stem to set it in your hair.
But it is a heart, my beloved.
Where are its shores and its
bottom?
You know not the limits of
this
kingdom, still you are its
queen.
If it were only a moment of
pleasure
it would flower in an easy
smile, and
you could see it and read it in
a
moment.
If it were merely a pain it
would
melt in limpid tears, reflecting
its
inmost secret without a
word.
But it is love, my beloved.
Its pleasure and pain are
boundless,
and endless its wants and
wealth.
It is as near to you as your
life, but
you can never wholly know it.