I would hang onto
Even the smallest droplet of love
That you could afford to give me
The piece that mistakenly fell out
Of your caged heart.

Oh, miserly lover, love truly with another.
I wish you nothing but the best.

For if one of your droplets has sustained me
For such a length,
Then what love would one accomplish,
and what highs could one feel,
If your waters were to flow
Like river over stone,
freely over him