An ounce of your joy consumes a pound of my sorrow;
our deep bond has injected my numb heart
with a jovial rhythm that I long thought deceased.
With you I find myself hopeful as in days of old,
before the day turned on me, and I drowned in the night;
before I knew such grievous appetites, mine and mankind's;
before I began constant flight from my own shadow's stains;
when I still knew the spark of daily life.
Love is my drug, and my curse, and your essence my craving.
All that you are is more than enough for me;
forsake my demon, but let not go my hand.
I will be all I can for you, just let me.
Come, let us flee our miseries together,
let's walk the wide world, ever foreach other.