poem

oh may it come
the time of love
the time we'd be enamored of
i've been patient too long
my memory is dead
all fears and all wrongs to the heavens have fled
while all my veins burst with this sickly thirst
oh may it come the time of love
the time we'd be enamored of
oh may it come
the time of love
the time we'd be enamored of

arthur rimbaud