Each time I thought I'd leave you, I found myself more tightly wound in the spell of your enchantment. Each time I took two steps back from you, I ended up four steps closer to your heart.
Each time I looked into your eyes, I became tears myself. Each time I tried to let go of your hands, thinking I'd release them a hundred times over, with even greater swiftness I found myself a butterfly trapped in the cup of your palms.
Beloved, believe me, each time I closed my eyes thinking I would never see you again, your face etched itself more clearly on my corneas, refusing to fade.
Beloved, now I understand—to move away from you there is no easy path but death itself. Now I no longer think of leaving you. Let some memories of you remain clinging... to lips, nose, cheeks, mind... If I cannot remove you from my mind, how far can physical distance really take me, tell me...?!