You are my reason:there is no other,
You are my seasons, my winter and my summer,
You are the red life-blood, flowing in my veins,
And you are the wound through which the same blood drains.

You are the food which feeds me and the poison I ingest,
You are all about me:the worst thing and the best,
For when I can be with you my heart is set on fire,
And whenever you desert me it becomes a funeral pyre.