Let us live, my Lesbia, for many years, Until our age drags us down, And all gods cease to exist! The Sun’s red glow radiates a passionate tone: No one accidentally loves, Nor are they forever alone. You are my longest need, my century’s feast, That will not change for a millenium, nor the millennium after. Lesbia, come be my most precarious, Counterintuitive, and non-scheming Passion. I tell you this: no harm shall invade my flesh So long as it may rest on yours.