Sighs are air and go to the air.
Tears are water and go to the sea.
Tell me woman: When love is forgotten,
Do you know where it goes?
Rhyme LXXXI (Eternal Love)
The sun could cast an eternal shadow,
And the sea could run dry in but a chime;
The earth's axis could break
Like crystal fine.
Anything could happen! Death enswathing
Could cover me with it's mournful attire;
But in me your love's flame
Could never expire.
GUSTAVO ALDOLFO BÉCQUER