For if, as I believe, you really love me

despite the counsel of the jealous world,

just as the winds are gathered by the tree,

your sufferings are drawn towards my soul;

and there I tend them so they multiply

and root in to my heart, and then my mind

till tears run in my veins, I breathe your sighs,

and all your sorrow and your grief is mine.

Look at me now; what is in your heart?

What anxieties are there? What fears?

For I am walking in the freezing rain

calling and calling to you through the storm,

although I know you cannot hear my cries

and your name will vanish with the winds.

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