first love letter br the pain i take to write br each letter br br first love letter br how each letter has meant br a part of myself br br inspred by br br If You Forget Me br I want you to know br one thing. br You know how this is: br if I look br at the crystal moon, at the red branch br of the slow autumn at my window, br if I touch br near the fire br the impalpable ash br or the wrinkled body of the log, br everything carries me to you, br as if everything that exists, br aromas, light, metals, br were little boats br that sail br toward those isles of yours that wait for me. br Well, now, br if little by little you stop loving me br I shall stop loving you little by little. br If suddenly br you forget me br do not look for me, br for I shall already have forgotten you. br If you think it long and mad, br the wind of banners br that passes through my life, br and you decide br to leave me at the shore br of the heart where I have roots, br remember br that on that day, br at that hour, br I shall lift my arms br and my roots will set off br to seek another land. br But br if each day, br each hour, br you feel that you are destined for me br with implacable sweetness, br if each day a flower br climbs up to your lips to seek me, br ah my love, ah my own, br in me all that fire is repeated, br in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, br my love feeds on your love, beloved, br and as long as you live it will be in your arms br without leaving mine.