I do not love you for anything else, but only because I love you.
I move from not loving you to loving you,
From long anticipation to no longer waiting for you,
From ice to fire — that’s how my heart travels.
I love you only because you are the one I love;
I hate you boundlessly, and while hating, I plead for you,
And the only measure of my love for you
Is that I love you blindly, without needing to see you.
Perhaps January’s light melts my heart
With its cruel ray, stealing
The key to my true peace.
In this story, the one who dies is only me,
And I shall die of love, because I love you,
I love you, my darling, in endless fire and blood.
