If you should, searching, ever leave me,
then you must run very quick away,
for without your presence I am not free,
and I would pursue you day on day,
fettered by your desertion, seeking we.
There is no gladness, never play
in your absence; all joys are transitory:
I must know you to hold the world at bay.
Because you slipped your blood beneath my mind,
where deformed childhood strangled life and eyes,
and lovingly unwove the knots, never be unkind,
for you alone negate, defy that universe of sighs.
If you should ever search to leave me,
remember, you will unspeak who makes me be.