All love is sorrow, but even so…it's the best thing we know.
If your soul took on another body, would I still love you?
If your eyes changed, or you changed your breath or voice, would our love
There's only one thing that can make us equal even.
And that's pain.
Already, you are mine.
Love, grief, labour must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are as pure as sleeping amber.