What names shall I call you, my love?
By what sweet words should I pay you my homage,
you generous lord of my pleasures,
you who who put me ahead, always?
Have any new words been created,
on which I can hang these feelings
and express in terms
these emotions that well up
and flood my mind?
However much I try
what ever different routes
I may ply,
the journeys shared with you,
are worth the exhaustion
and the pain;
for the pleasure of you, by my side
and only one destination:
in your arms, to die.