I conceded the elegancy of both worlds For your heavenly touch, O my dear. One thing that I only request of you: Grow like a bud, from concealed to fair. Springs don't last long—I know it very well; Still, how much is their time, don't bother. Come, holding my hand, and just dwell, Even if they last a moment or shorter. I saw in you what is concealed for them; You saw in me what I saw never before. If I'm an abandoned ring, be its gem; Place me near your existence's shore. I offer my arms wide open for you to see; Let me reside there for an eternity. Never say would you want to flee, Though with you, less seems an infinity.