Without hidden places where mysteries are hidden

 I have more tears for you; of mine, of course. Without you, I would go blind through my body; Heaven without wind would go, earth without water, steps without distance. It would be without you, light without a mirror, forests without trees, without hidden places where mysteries are hidden. Landlocked tides. Love without a body. Incurable cure. Love without wonder thought. That is why I call you joyful love.