If you don't love me
don't enlarge my madness,
I'm sick at not being me,
the trace of your lips,
you live alone in the idleness
of my dreams,
which fight with my mind,
without sharing
with any
other cause of your sleeplessness.
If you don't love me
the wind will tell,
sad whispers
in the cold dawn.
The stars will go out
without your gaze,
and in my heart
the absence will weigh heavy.
If you don't love me
I will cease to exist,
like a memory
that fades when I leave.
