I suffer because I love.
I hear sighs in the corridors of the day.
I long for suffering love, because this is what will stay.
If I must suffer, love, let me suffer because of you.
Suffering without love is unimaginable.
And not something I’m prepared to do.
They say sufferers are losers, and those who do not, win.
They are right! I would love to inhabit a sly, seductive grin,
But I think all eventually suffer, and I am glad
It is you who makes me sad.
Suffering is proof of love.
Too much laughter and joy
Will annoy.
There are holes everywhere, leading into the earth.
We are going to fall into one,
So what is joy worth?
As I am going down,
I want to think on you—your kiss, your sorrow, your frown.
