ART MUSIC POETRY

Since You Are Gone

My love for you is a thing that lives on
As surely as do I,
Holds to life, wants to live,
And doesn't want to die.

Inside me there its life I spare;
It binds itself to me
With so close a tie that this love and I:
One and the same are we.

You are gone, and my love living on
Yet binds itself to me,
And with so close a tie that both it
And I...
Die together you see.