How am I to love you... if you do not come near me? If, every time I try to brush against you, you subtly rebuff me... and another wound reopens. I gather the fallen caresses... in this endless autumn; I will wait once more for a spring when, perhaps, the meadow of flowers will bloom again. You reject the kisses... that die upon my lips without ever coming to life, and my mouth stifles an "I love you"... that fails to reach you. How am I to love you... if you do not come near me? If, every time I try to brush against you, you subtly rebuff me... and another wound reopens. What can I do to love you...? To show you that living without you is no life at all, that my heart has surrendered, that it refuses to beat even once for anyone but you? Though I try to encourage it and tell it that perhaps... one distant day, you might let me touch you, it will perish in a pool of blood if you do not come near me. How am I to love you... if you do not come near me? If, every time I try to brush against you, you subtly rebuff me... and another wound reopens. How am I to love you... if you do not come near me...? If you do not come near me...
