Speak to me, though mute I am and breathless
to heaven I take my wings till my heart
fails me; and still I hear you from across
the field where you stand as two pillars formed
on the threshold of my home. So for lack
of life you feel much; for not giving life
you have returned from sorrows to fulfil
the wish of giving me your endearing love.
If guilt burdens you, let it be the fuel
of love; life remains an unfinished task
and regret is the norm of dear exchange
making all sweeter as we bid farewell.
Speak to me, and be faint as the cold floor;
Though I hear not, yet clearer than before.
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