ONLY TO LOVE (fragment)

Only to love, to suffer, to die,
to burn, to be silent, not to deserve,
and to adore pain.
Oh, I die, I live,
I long for the sweet living
that comes from my dying.

With such respect
my affections adore,
that that very pain frightens me
not for its torment, but its clamor.

I am silent, I suffer and do not breathe,
because if I breathe, I fear
even a prostrated sigh
is offense to silence.

Even the heart completely suspends
from everything its vital movement,
so that the murmur does not perceive
the image in the breast.

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Only to love, to suffer, to die,
to burn, to be silent, not to deserve,
and to adore pain.
Oh, I die, I live,
I long for the sweet living
that comes from my dying.