a brief love letter

My darling, I have much to sayWhere o precious one shall I begin ?All that is in you is princelyO you who makes of my words through their meaningCocoons of silkThese are my songs and this is meThis short book contains usTomorrow when I return its pagesA lamp will lamentA bed will singIts letters from longing will turn greenIts commas be on the verge of flightDo not say: why did this youthSpeak of me to the winding road and the streamThe almond tree and the tulipSo that the world escorts me wherever I go ?Why did he sing these songs ?Now there is no starThat is not perfumed with my fragranceTomorrow people will see me in his verseA mouth the taste of wine, close-cropped hairIgnore what people sayYou will be great only through my great loveWhat would the world have been if we had not beenIf your eyes had not been, what would the world have been?