1. I asked paper to carry for me
Some of what with me towards you increased anxiety

2. So it trembled in my palm, giving me the illusion
That for my beloved it had become impassioned

3. I complain to it, and it weeps when it hears me
Out of mercy, though if I made it speak it would be silent

4. Until when the paper knew what my hand had written
Of yearning in its guts, it was set aflame