Love is doomed to an early death, forever tinged
with sadness; even ardent lovers sense it can’t last.
Ah, the fabulous scenery no one in the world loved
so deep as us. Entwined, yes, so heavenly I was your
body and your mine. Sensuous we smiled and I saw
my images in your face drown in the miasma of love.
The cooling of ardour was not for us, but we could
not stop time. Grey sky, why must this delight die?
The ship has left its anchorage and the sea is endless.
