I seem to have loved you before. This fever
overcomes me in every era and every age
and remakes me. In life after life, forever,
my spellbound heart subjects me to the bondage
of your dazzling light. In life after life
I've woven necklaces of songs, long operas
and epics about your mystery. Be the wife
of this scattered verse riddled with anaphora
and ancient device. I now celebrate our
love in a tale or story, your many forms
are images of what is remembered. I pour
this spirit from my mouth into the storm
that whirls about the house. O the necklace
of songs you take as a gift adorns your face!
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