I have the flower which bloomed in the spring.
I can visit my lost days—and everything.
Whenever I wish, I can travel to the past.
As long as I live, all I ever was shall last.
And if I live forever, as some say the soul can do,
my love will be to contemplate you.
You still affect me. When I compare
faces to yours, yours defines the rare—
making all others seem common; once I knew
the most beautiful—remember is all I must do.
The present is worthless. Heaven is then—when then was the then that was you.
I desire no future. I know
you as you were in the past is all paradise can show.
Don’t come to me now in a new dress.
I don’t need the future—if the past says yes.