Your whisper haunts me through the night and in the light of day - The waterfall of memories devours its breathless prey. Beware! The languid turquoise guise seems utterly serene, Yet thousands fell to their demise in this alluring stream. Mnemosyne, a patron saint of the undying past, Bathe me in your sweet revelry and turn my soul to dust! If it were now to die - I would - for nothing will exceed The water's luscious lullaby - intoxicating, deep… A single thought is all it takes to silently succumb: When a forgotten love awakes, the consciousness goes numb. You are the gravity, which tempts, desiring my downfall - Although the sombre heart repents, it answers your wild call. I have become the waterfall, my tenderness cascades Upon your lips - the memory of passion never fades!