Beloved

Oh woman, child used to play
And with the gaze of tender eyes, and the caress of a kiss,
I should despise you with all my heart
And I love you, worrying and longing!
I love and long for you, forgive and love,
I live by you alone in my passionate torment,
For your whim I will destroy my soul,
Take everything, everything for yourself - for the look of beautiful eyes,
For a deceitful word that truths are more tender,
For the sweet longing of ecstatic torment!
You, a sea of strange dreams and sounds and lights!
You, friend and eternal enemy!
Evil spirit and good genius!
Constantin Balmont