It is clear to me that I love her, but love and I are old enemies.
I fall in love, and I know love well, but always, I fear it is fleeting and prone to disappear.
I know that I love this goddess, this divine cow, Usas. But my question, as always with love, is "what do I mean by these words I know are so true?"
I pray to see her again, for when I see her blush in the pale mornings, I know this answer.
I simply cannot express it.