Fidelity Sonnet

Of everything to my love I will be attentive

Before, and with such zeal, and always, and so

That even facing the greatest enchantment

By my love be more enchanted my thought

I want to live it in every vacant moment

And in its praise spread my song

And laugh my laughter, and cry my tears

In its burdening or its contentment.

And thus, when later comes for me

Perhaps death, anguish of those who live

Perhaps loneliness, end of those who love

I can say to myself of the love (that I had):

Be it not immortal, since it is flame

But be it infinite while it lasts

By Vinícius de Moraes.

Translation: Anita Petry.