I Love You As One Loves Certain

I Love You As Certain Dark Things Are To Be Loved, In Secret, Between The Shadow And The Soul.

For Now I Ask No More Than The Justice Of Eating.

About Me, Nothing Worse They Will Tell You, My Love, Than What I Told You

In What Language Does Rain Fall Over Tormented Cities?

Maybe Someone Will Know I Didn't Weave Crowns To Draw Blood; That I Faught Against Mockery; That I Did Fill The High Tide Of My Soul With Truth. I Repaid Vileness With Doves.