My love for you is like a river, long.
Enchantment drizzles down; repulsed despite,
This love for you just as a mountain, strong.
Annoyed, the tired face to which belongs,
Beset and pale with laments, nauseous quite,
Damned love for you, now like a river, long.
Thus, through the smiling blossoms drifts along
A toxin, portentous! Yet stands upright
These flowerets, which, as a mount, are strong.
Hence next, I rancher’s cattle spooked in throng
To, panicked, crush the flowerets outright–
Yet love for you still like a river, long.
Then called I curse of God to patch the wrong,
Imploring purgatory’s cleansing smite;
Yet He did fertilize the mountain, strong!
Then ceased I. For, consid’ring budded song
Of yearning: splendid sense made other lights–
My love for you just like a river, long,
This chorus shouts indeed; a mountain, strong!