The memory of love in vain, believe I will never look into the eternity of it's soul,
live among it's moments, misconducts, thoughts,and whispers.
Never to define, confine, absence, to see love's long affliction subtracting from the
knowledge, long out of mind, far removed from the body.
Every moment, every image hurts, breaks like a wave, breaks against the cliffs of
my mind, in my eyes, infinity precisely opposes the measures,
it is infinite, freedom
Even from me"