We meet

In a lamp-lit street,

You and I—

Life is sweet.

Clouds' tumultuous feet

Shake the sky;

They are all in retreat—

Death draws nigh.

Life is sweet—

With anonymous beat

Crowds surge by.

Only I

And my sweet

Dare to linger and greet.

Your lips sigh,

"Time is fleet."

Stars repeat,

"Life is sweet—

Kiss her," they cry;

"In an unlit street

One day you must die."

Thus we meet.