Since she won’t be won, I’ll win the world.
And when the world understands me,
It will be okay that she has banned me,
This woman, pretty and silly like a girl
Who I loved. If the crowds shout, hurray!
Will it hurt me, that as I hear their cheers,
She, in her loneliness, haughtily turns away?
She never gets what she wants, and her tears
Do not come easily, for she accepts
That her world has everything that’s wrong.
Oh God, how I loved her! But gradually, by unseen steps,
I realized she was bad for me, and my song.
But love finds every reason to love and will love
The very thing reason says should not be loved.
When love and reason diverge in the wood,
The trees becomes lonelier and strange
As one watches reason, not looking back,
Stride through trees, and over the mountains, away.
Love will not hear of wrong. Love, as love, has no lack.
Though love lasted a moment, it will always be,
Faithful to gardens: green, in their green tranquility.
Tomorrow I’ll remember that I loved her today:
In my faith to infants, and faith, faith that all who are faithful will stay.
