If you can only pertain,
or retrieve your sincere delicateness,
my love, with you,
for the rest of time,
everything revolves around us,
swarms and adjoins together,
loose yet holding,
and there again a bright star,
is a sign of our existence,
under its lowly light,
our shadows touch,
and here like hope,
like a cordial bow of a blue mannequin,
I bring my love to you:
kind, persistent, naked like an alabaster jar.