All I have for you is my heart, nothing else.
Now and then the feeling is renewed;
Although life exists only in us two;
But as for me, none is there other than you;
Yet be not conceited for separately we were made;
And alone each will be claimed.
Before our meet I was strong,
But now my life has been weakened.
Thus I find this desire for you absurd;
For what does it benefit me now?
When all truth is I am and you are.
They that say forever they shall be one
Only display a real sense of artificiality,
For out of two one make will never be pure;
And out of two shall be two, nothing more.
Hence even now we are two, not one,
For my heart is all what makes me,
And your heart all what makes you;
Whose merging can only bring death.
Thus my stand stands: two are two, never one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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