I have a heart divided between hope and reason. I have a heart much better than if I didn't have one. This heart cannot contain itself when it hears your voice. Poor heart, always a slave to tenderness. I wish I were a fish to dive into your clear aquarium, to make bubbles of love to enchant you, to spend the night awake inside you. A fish to adorn your waist with corals, to make silhouettes of love in the moonlight, to quench this madness inside you.