Whenever I leave you, I go out of breath

(death must be lonely like I am);

I dream lying dreams of your love lost,

and my heart stands still inside me.

I stare at my favorite datecakes-

they would be salt to me now-

And pomegranate wine (once sweet to our lips)

bitter, bitter as birdgall.

Touching noses with you, love, your kiss alone,

and my stuttering heart speaks clear:

Breathe me more of your breath, let me live!

Man meant for me,

God himself gave you as his holy gift,

my love to outlast forever.