GORDIAN KNOT

Oh, if I lay in this bed of pain,

Let us name it death,

And my woven sheets enfold

Dreams of youth, entwined,

When I, with fervent ardor,

Savored the embrace of your bosom,

In tears I weep!

To witness life expand,

Like a fragile thread of frailty,

While your heart and smile,

Fading faintly before my eyes,

I consumed the dreams

That flowed from your lips,

For arguments, mere specters,

Hungry ghosts of love!

Yet your eyes, your lips, your hands,

Are ethereal echoes within my heart,

Just as fleeting as the passing years,

Which carry you away from me!