I have taken Pain into my arms for a final kiss -- no longer shall it sting me. But then I wait; my lips grow dry -- until the anguish of no anguish overcomes me, and my arms fly open once again. It is a pain so sweet we remember every bitter word! Burned into our memory with a flame of love -- ambivalent, yet fierce in meaning. It is I, the pale shadow, who feels burnt by the sun; not I, the blazing glory, whose rays reach to infinity.