Tell me, my love, where the wind shall sleep
When the stars have spilled into the deep,
When time itself forgets its name,
And lovers dance in deathless flame.

Shall I carve your name upon the sky,
So moons may blush as they drift by?
Or weave your breath into the sea,
That every wave may sigh of thee?

If all the world should turn to stone,
And silence claim each solemn throne,
Still in my blood your voice would ring,
Still in my bones your touch would sing.

I loved you once before my birth,
Before the sun had kissed the earth.
And when the dusk devours the light,
I'll love you past the end of night.

If love is fire, then let me burn,
Let my ribs be ash, let my veins unlearn
The quiet of days before you came,
Before my blood had learned your name.

If love is ruin, then I shall fall,
Let towers of pride be nothing at all.
For what is a kingdom, what is a throne,
If the heart still wanders, forever alone?

But if love is poison, then let it be sweet,
A venom I drink, a fate I greet.
For better a death on your fevered lips
Than a thousand lives without your kiss.

Yet love is neither—no fire nor fate,
Not tender mercy, nor cruel weight.
It is the hand that wounds and mends,
A road that bends but never ends.