" My life, my life, my very old one
My first badly healed desire,
My first crippled love,
You had to return.

It was necessary to know
What is best in our lives,
When two bodies play at happiness,
Unite, reborn without end.

Entered into complete dependency,
I know the trembling of being,
The hesitation to disappear,
Sunlight upon the forest’s edge

And love, where all is easy,
Where all is given in the instant;
There exists in the midst of time
The possibility of an island. "

― Michel Houellebecq