May Memory's Term Extend

No matter how close I hold you to my heart,
this restless heart refuses to be filled—
tell me, what fault lies in the heart?
It too has the right to breathe deep through its soul!

Often I think, let my small joy belong only to you—
tell me, what fault lies in such thoughts?
Let even the feeling of happiness spend its days in your imagination!

I wish to touch you and extend the span of life—
tell me, what fault lies in such yearning?
Let even death's certainty fear the loss of you!

The deeper my peace becomes—
the more your touch heals every wound away.

In silent ways I have called you close,
and soundlessly you have gone, forgetting me.

I kept no excuses wrapped around you,
even in my pulse you were mine alone.