A Question (Talk of the Heart)

Talk of the Heart

A Question

I asked you, my love:
what will you be doing,
on the morrow, when your image is absent from my eyes?
How will you pass your little moments... and with whom?
Do not feel that I begrudge you your amusements,
nor am I, as you suppose, a jealous man.
But there is in me a tender longing to keep you company, if only in thought,
to hover in your skies, the hovering of a dreamer,
through every moment of our fleeting day: —

Now you are eating... and now you are sleeping,
that — O bliss — is a path you are crossing,
and there you are letting your eyes wander...
How little it takes to delight me!
So do not deny me — my life for yours — this little,
for it belongs to my life in its very essence,
and I fear, without it,
that my order would come undone,
.... and I would be lost!!!