Everything: my life,
the world, the men,
everything that is not her
is nothing.
Does she know how hard I work
to be beautiful to her?
I would row to China,
I would build a pyramid,
I would plow the dark earth
with my bare hands.
Goddesses, don’t let her know.
The day she learns I love her
she will look for another.
pierre louÿs, adapted by eve beglarian