I am preserved by you within that rainy evening:
I age, so in that day, I would appear younger --
With lips more soft than those you kissed and left, to miss them,
To hold the present in the past -- the bond of parting;
With eyes more rare than those you could not take your eyes from,
With knees more sleek than those you felt with your whole body,
With arms more tender than a swallow when I touched you,
With laughter lighter than the one you, flying, followed.
I age and do not age -- I have a double image
Of rainy evenings glowing more than sunny mornings,
Of my reflection in your eyes and in my mirror:
To hold the past within the present of returning.