I love you like the child loves his mother,
like silent pits love their depth
I love you like halls love the light
like the soul loves the flame,
like the body loves repose.
I love you like all mortals love living
until they die.
Every single smile, movement, word of yours
I keep like the earth keeps all fallen matter.
Like acids into metal
so my instincts have burnt
your dear and beautiful form into my mind,
and there your being fills up everything.
Your veins like rosebushes
They carry the eternal current
that love may blossom in your cheeks
and thy womb may bear a blessed fruit.
|—||Jószef Attila, “Ode”|