If You Forget Me

I want you to know one thing: you know how it is. When I look at the crystal moon or the red leaves of autumn outside my window, when I touch the soft ash by the fire or the rough surface of a log, everything reminds me of you. It’s as if everything around me scents, light, metals are tiny boats sailing toward your shores, waiting for me.

But listen, if little by little you stop loving me, I will stop loving you little by little too. If suddenly you forget me, don’t look for me, because I will have already forgotten you. If you find my life’s journey too long or crazy and decide to leave me, remember that on that day, at that moment, I will let go and my heart will seek new ground.

But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are meant for me, if each day a flower blooms on your lips just to find me, then my love, my dear, all the passion in me will come alive again. Nothing in me will fade or be forgotten. My love is fueled by your love, and as long as you live, it will remain in your arms, never leaving mine.